Blue Bacon 3
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OOC: I would've expected proletarists to be bigger. The Wordle design is very nice! Also, good to see government is in the center. 
Capto Iugulum: 1920 - 1939
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talonschild
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I'm struck by how similar Drexler and Taisho look.
September 11, 1886
To My Dear Father
You’ll never believe the news I’ve got to share! I apologize for not writing to you sooner, after the damned Navy got destroyed by the Brazilians, we’ve been terribly busy trying to get into Panama with as much of our supplies as we can. The times we spent in the woods hunting have helped me much. The Colombians and Brazilians are so barbaric it’s almost as if fighting wild animals. Without my lessons in the woods, I fear that I might be dead like so many of my friends.
Back in June, when the Brazilians had just entered the war, the Sixth Infantry Brigade had been assigned to action in a lush jungle region near the mountains. The 3rd Company had just captured a strategic crossroad town that the men all call “Switch Base”, because it has changed hands so many times. We finally had the resources assembled to move in and take it once and for all, but by the time I arrived most of the fighting was done. I was shocked to hear that Captain Webster had been shot, and his second-in-command, Lieutenant Johnston, was in charge.
My section had just set up our tent and Sergeant O’Connor and I stepped outside for a smoke because he had something important to tell me. He never told me, as he begun to speak a Colombian bullet punched through his chest and he fell to the ground. I didn’t have time to panic; I ran into the tent and more or less took command of the section by default. We grabbed our weapons and ran outside to look for the Colombians that hit the Sergeant, but there wasn’t a rio in sight. I still don’t know where that shot came from. I heard gunfire coming from the west side of town, so I led the section over there.
We approached the main street through a back alleyway, and when we got there, we were directly on the right flank of what looked like two platoons worth of Colombians about to fire on a platoon of our boys, who were undoubtedly unprepared to fire back from the sheer surprise of the sudden attack. Imagine the surprise of the Colombians when my section unloaded into them from the side with our repeaters. The shock of this sudden flank attack gave the American line enough time to unload into the Colombians. The deadly accuracy of our superior arms meant that only a handful of the Colombians were still breathing when the fire stopped, and they quickly surrendered to our superior firepower.
We then joined with this platoon and moved down the street and broke the last portion of the Colombian assault, and the few that remained fled into the thick jungle. We let out a yell for victory, and to my surprise I discovered that the platoon we saved from the Colombian volley was led by none other than Lieutenant Johnston, who was the temporary commander of the entire 3rd Company!
Lieutenant Johnston has since been promoted to Captain, and I’ve since been promoted to Sergeant and I’m permanently in charge of a section in the Platoon that Captain Johnston is attached to. Since the Brazilian rios sunk our fleet, we’ve been forced to pull back to Panama. We’ve spent the past few weeks preparing for a full invasion by Brazil. Though I am unsure why somebody as important as Captain Johnston spends so much time with me, we've become the best of friends. Captain Johnston comes from a military family and his father is the famous General Joseph Johnston.
Once Brazilian supplies and modern weapons got to the Colombians, along with their blockade of our supply lines, things got pretty tough in Colombia. We barely fought for a month before General Jackson decided to pull out of Colombia completely and beat the Brazilians in Panama on our terms. I tried to find the time to write you during this pullout stage, but even though there was a lull in the fighting, we were constantly busy trying to stay one step ahead of the Colombians. I didn't have a spare minute, especially with my promotion giving me more responsibility.
Now let me share my big news! I recently received a letter from the United States Army with the most incredible offer! Apparently somebody with connections noticed me, because the Army wants me to attend West Point Military Academy as soon as the war is over! Maybe this is just an offer that’s sent to all of the sergeants after a war, but I’m certainly not going to turn it down. I've always dreamed of having a career in the military, everybody knows it’s the only way to get out of the dumps in this country.
Please share my news with Mother. Has she been doing well? Please tell her not to worry about me, I'm taking care of myself. I'm hoping I can spend a couple weeks with you after the war before I leave for West Point. I dearly hope for your blessing in this.
Your Loving Son
Sergeant Robert Wallace
To My Dear Father
You’ll never believe the news I’ve got to share! I apologize for not writing to you sooner, after the damned Navy got destroyed by the Brazilians, we’ve been terribly busy trying to get into Panama with as much of our supplies as we can. The times we spent in the woods hunting have helped me much. The Colombians and Brazilians are so barbaric it’s almost as if fighting wild animals. Without my lessons in the woods, I fear that I might be dead like so many of my friends.
Back in June, when the Brazilians had just entered the war, the Sixth Infantry Brigade had been assigned to action in a lush jungle region near the mountains. The 3rd Company had just captured a strategic crossroad town that the men all call “Switch Base”, because it has changed hands so many times. We finally had the resources assembled to move in and take it once and for all, but by the time I arrived most of the fighting was done. I was shocked to hear that Captain Webster had been shot, and his second-in-command, Lieutenant Johnston, was in charge.
My section had just set up our tent and Sergeant O’Connor and I stepped outside for a smoke because he had something important to tell me. He never told me, as he begun to speak a Colombian bullet punched through his chest and he fell to the ground. I didn’t have time to panic; I ran into the tent and more or less took command of the section by default. We grabbed our weapons and ran outside to look for the Colombians that hit the Sergeant, but there wasn’t a rio in sight. I still don’t know where that shot came from. I heard gunfire coming from the west side of town, so I led the section over there.
We approached the main street through a back alleyway, and when we got there, we were directly on the right flank of what looked like two platoons worth of Colombians about to fire on a platoon of our boys, who were undoubtedly unprepared to fire back from the sheer surprise of the sudden attack. Imagine the surprise of the Colombians when my section unloaded into them from the side with our repeaters. The shock of this sudden flank attack gave the American line enough time to unload into the Colombians. The deadly accuracy of our superior arms meant that only a handful of the Colombians were still breathing when the fire stopped, and they quickly surrendered to our superior firepower.
We then joined with this platoon and moved down the street and broke the last portion of the Colombian assault, and the few that remained fled into the thick jungle. We let out a yell for victory, and to my surprise I discovered that the platoon we saved from the Colombian volley was led by none other than Lieutenant Johnston, who was the temporary commander of the entire 3rd Company!
Lieutenant Johnston has since been promoted to Captain, and I’ve since been promoted to Sergeant and I’m permanently in charge of a section in the Platoon that Captain Johnston is attached to. Since the Brazilian rios sunk our fleet, we’ve been forced to pull back to Panama. We’ve spent the past few weeks preparing for a full invasion by Brazil. Though I am unsure why somebody as important as Captain Johnston spends so much time with me, we've become the best of friends. Captain Johnston comes from a military family and his father is the famous General Joseph Johnston.
Once Brazilian supplies and modern weapons got to the Colombians, along with their blockade of our supply lines, things got pretty tough in Colombia. We barely fought for a month before General Jackson decided to pull out of Colombia completely and beat the Brazilians in Panama on our terms. I tried to find the time to write you during this pullout stage, but even though there was a lull in the fighting, we were constantly busy trying to stay one step ahead of the Colombians. I didn't have a spare minute, especially with my promotion giving me more responsibility.
Now let me share my big news! I recently received a letter from the United States Army with the most incredible offer! Apparently somebody with connections noticed me, because the Army wants me to attend West Point Military Academy as soon as the war is over! Maybe this is just an offer that’s sent to all of the sergeants after a war, but I’m certainly not going to turn it down. I've always dreamed of having a career in the military, everybody knows it’s the only way to get out of the dumps in this country.
Please share my news with Mother. Has she been doing well? Please tell her not to worry about me, I'm taking care of myself. I'm hoping I can spend a couple weeks with you after the war before I leave for West Point. I dearly hope for your blessing in this.
Your Loving Son
Sergeant Robert Wallace
Circuit
Writing Letters
OOC: I'm loving this stuff on the Colombian War.
TheLastJacobite
No Commies
Final Tallies for Olympic Voting:
Novgorod, Russia- 6
Boston, USA- 0
Edinburgh, United Kingdom- 10
Novgorod, Russia- 6
Boston, USA- 0
Edinburgh, United Kingdom- 10
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
I meant to vote, but looks like my IRL hometown won't win, so... 
Completely exhausted, so will be completing the update tomorrow night.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
More Drekler. Scroll along if you hate him.
Also, GK, I'm afraid I don't quite understand your cartoon.. I may be missing something.
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Also, GK, I'm afraid I don't quite understand your cartoon.. I may be missing something.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
ooc this is the best thing ever
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
I didn't think the cartoon was that hard to follow. Obviously I am nothing compared to the genius that is drekler. Drekler really is the best thing.
In my comic Brazil is the thing with the sombrero. He is building a wall in the complete opposite direction the fighting is coming from, while claiming that he is helping.
France is wearing a beret and is shooting at Drexler, while the Netherlands lies dead on the ground because Brazil was too busy building a wall in the opposite direction instead of helping.
Also Italy is a gigantic pizza next to Drexler, because I couldn't be assed drawing another person.
ED: oh god italy is meant to be a guido. thats brilliant.
In my comic Brazil is the thing with the sombrero. He is building a wall in the complete opposite direction the fighting is coming from, while claiming that he is helping.
France is wearing a beret and is shooting at Drexler, while the Netherlands lies dead on the ground because Brazil was too busy building a wall in the opposite direction instead of helping.
Also Italy is a gigantic pizza next to Drexler, because I couldn't be assed drawing another person.
ED: oh god italy is meant to be a guido. thats brilliant.
Blue Bacon 3
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Drexler is a true hero.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Indeed. Drekler best cartoon ever.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
I'm with TLJ. These are horrendous. I'll invade Germany if Russia is down. :3
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