The Swedish Battle Ship; Ragnarok
General Bodil Justus stood in front of the gathered military officers participating in Operation Green, his sharp eyes looking out at the youthful, and older officers who sat in the meeting hall upon the Ragnarok. He took a deep breath before adressing the men.
"On the marrow, this ship will set sail and this operation Green will occur as scheduled. There will be no delays, for war does not accept them. Do not be late as you wake up to the morning sun, for tommorrow battle will be upon us all, and we will not fail our fellow soldier by being weary eyed and slothful."
His harsh wake-up call, and warning to those few who slacked made the few soldiers who were slouching in their chairs immediatetly sit straight, and rub their eyes hurridly. He smiled slightly at the effect, before continuing on.
"And this is what this war is about, not failing our fellow soldier, and failing our fellow man. We do not fight for ourselves, no; we fight for the liberty of the opressed Germans, crushed underneath the heel of the mighty Sturmtruppen divisions of the Kaiser. I see by your grimaces that a few of you have fought these fighters before. I can understand why. They are powerful, extremely well trained and elite, discplined, and blindly loyal. A fearsome enemy to be sure.
Even with all their power through, they have not stopped our march. Our attack for freedom was so unexpected to these men so loyal to tyranny, that we have beat them back. We have no won yet, but we have already begun to win a victory for the hearts and minds of the German people. Men came to fight for us, for Swedish liberators, and did not go to fight for the Holy Roman Empire's own armies. Rebellions sprung up, and New Prussia, our new ally, was formed from these reliances on Swedish strength, and liberation!"
Cries of self-rightous nationalism filled the room, while others clapped and cheered heartily for the Swedish freedom fighting ideals, proven to be winning so far in the War for Germany. These officers were extremely proud of their country, and their happy morale would spill over to their troops the following day when battle came upon them, and their skills and hearts and minds were tested by the Sturmtruppen's cannons.
"Yet, even our fighting spirit, and the rightness of our cause is not enough for final victory. We must be smart, swift, and knowleadgable. We must know when to retreat, and when to fight. We must understand, by the Grace of God, that we are but mortal men fighting for a worthy cause. We are not supermen, nor are we able to defeat this enemy in a single battle. No, we are merely mortal heroes, liberating the opressed Germans, giving them liberty they so deserve. All we must do now, is pray for final victory, through our courage and persevance in this crusade for justice.
"Now, let us kneel in prayer, but do not bow your heads, so that you may look up at God and ask his blessing in what we are about to do."