General Pilsudski was relaxing along the shore of Gdansk Harbor, where he discussed the current state of Europe with Admiral Unrug and Major Wiszniewski.
Unrug: "What do you make of all this revolution! Germany is now in the hands of a dictator, as is the Russian Confederation, Ukraine has gone Red and the Jihad is alive and swelling in Turkey. I hear the Spanish are nearly in a state of anarchy due to the state-mandated heavy drinking."
Pulsidski: "What are the Spaniards drinking?"
"Why, tequila."
"Oh. Well as long as its not absinthe they will be fine."
"But what of the general unrest, the end of NATO, the withdrawal of American forces?"
"My dear Unrug, some say this is the end, but in reality is it not also a beginning? Do you know the last time Poland was a Great Power?"
"Ummm, the 16th century?"
"No, the answer is NEVER, we became somehwat of a regional power when we married into Lithuania - THAT was our lone achievement, well that and Copernicus I guess. But on a military scale, we have LOST to the Mongols, LOST to the Teutonic Order, LOST to the Turks, LOST to the Magyars, LOST to the Swedes, LOST to the Prussians, LOST to the Russians, LOST to the Germans... and I am sick of losing! And I tell you this, things are going to change, this time its our time, we are going to finally taste victory, for we now mobilize for war! The instability of Europe is our feast, for while they are lost in their self-inflicted chaos, our well-trained and obedient armies and fleets will rain hell upon them all, establishing a new Polish Order to the European Theatre... and eventually the WORLD!"
"Amazing!"
"Quite." ---- "Errr, Major, please give me an update on the status of our mighty forces."
Wiszniewski: "Sir, the 12 and 15th Pike divisions are ready and massed, the 135th cavalry regiment is ready to go, our 3 glorious ironclads have 'set sail' and our fleet of biplanes are fully fueled and armed and ready to go at your command."
"Excellent, our fury is about to be unleashed with a power unseen in the history of warfare..."
With those words the three men clanked glasses and downed some fine vodka & tonic, smiling in the knowledge that greatness was finally coming into their grasp.