Corporal Saun Ankari Shankaars II
1st Rifleman (Duralia) Regiment
Saunderian Peacekeeper Barracks 12
Cahokia, Native American Tribal Center
Sep 9th 1678
It has been nearly a year to the day that my regiment arrived in the urban-center of Cahokia so I have decided to keep a journal. My friends and I have only gotten too comfortable in this poor city. The American people usually keep to themselves but in the neighborhood of SPkB 12 the natives have long since warmed up to us. The barracks has been in operation here for at least 100 years, though I hear there are some that are older. Most of the natives here speak our language and seem to be aware of many of our customs. This is no doubt the result of generations of forced interaction. I have been spending the majority of my time lately at some of the gaming facilities. The locals seem to love us.
Sep 19th 1678
Nothing really new happening lately. More drilling as usual. Once in awhile we are asked to march in formation down the native residential areas; probably to quell any ideas of the locals to start any trouble. I for one have never seen much trouble from the locals other than retribution from something that one of our own soldiers have done. For the most part the people keep to themselves. It is well known however for one of us not to wander around during the native holidays.
Oct 18th 1678
A few skirmishes with the Zulu broke out over on the Western front this morning. Our unit was sent beyond the walls as support for an American guard unit that was doing recon near Mound City. As usual we did nothing but sat back with out rifles drawn, waiting for the Zulu to come in range and watch our canons pound on them from afar until, as usual, they would retreat. They knew better than to come up against our firepower. I had to wake up Private Andar before we were dismissed back to the barracks. It has been near 6 months since I have fired my rifle in combat.
Nov 4th 1678
Zulu occupied Mound City, to the west, must have been a beautiful place at one time. Even from within the walls of Cahokia one can see it perched miles away on the horizon. It is said that the Americans once had a vast communications of smoke signals throughout the entire valley. Just a glance at the surrounding landscape one could see how it would work. Mound City was taken over by the Zulus way back when. Ever since then Saunderia has done all that it can for these people to see that they are not completely wiped out; probably for economic reasons. My grandfather was in the invasion force of the Nobomba desert in 1645. His Janissary unit pressed straight through the desert into the midst of Zulu tribeland and even to the edge of the Congo. Even since then Saunderian military presence had always been a way of life for the Zulu. Somehow they have managed to hold on to Mound City for a few hundred years; even though it is their only urban-center for hundreds of miles and across harsh desert.
Nov 29th 1678
Today I was sent with a squad to intercept a group of about 10,000-American refugees. Every few weeks we get hit with them, coming in from the South, fleeing from Carthaginian oppression. Some time ago the Carthaginian farmers on the edge of their territories had embarked on a cruel campaign of cleansing, claiming that the Americans were attacking their farms. The reality is no doubt that Carthaginian government giving their farmers orders to commit genocide on the native people. There has never been any proof of this however, and our Saunderian government officially stated that they cannot commit resources to police the actions of a few farmers in Carthage. Despite the declaration of hostilities that were made between our two nations, there have been no real hostilities. Indeed it is well know about all of the economic deals and tangle of politics that keeps our people from doing anything. As long as they do not threaten out economic hold over the main American urban-centers we are fine with Carthage. Still, 10,000 people is the most that we have ever seen. The commander and the captain are, as I write this, arguing over where to locate them all.
Dec 4th 1678
Our orders have come in today. My unit is to be dispatched to the city of Nobamba. The very city that my grandfather captured 40 years ago! Out of the total of our colonies spread across the continent Nobamba is the most remote. We will essentially be in the middle of nowhere, with the desolation of the Saharo to the West and the hostile Zulu city-states in every other direction. I suppose that after all of this idle time spent here in Cahokia has caused me to grow roots. Either way I shall not complain as we may spent as many as 10 years in Nobamba. The dispatch date is in 2 months, after which time it seems that we will be traveling as escorts for a number of artillery regiments. Still I cannot help but feel like a child to think that I may be traveling the same route that my grandfathers Janissary regiment took those many years ago.
Dec 21st 1678
Many more artillery units have arrived. I have spent much time talking to many soldiers who were stationed in New York and Washington. Many of the soldiers from these areas seemed to have developed a great deal of animosity towards the American people. I attempted to explain to one Cavalry Officer some of the distinct differences between the North Americans that he was familiar with and these Natives. As far as he was concerned they were all the same heathen folk and needed to be controlled. When he began to question the wisdom of our commanding officers of Cahokia of even allowing the Natives to have their own government I quickly excused myself. I can understand the mans viewpoint. The little news that comes to us from the northern American colonies is usually one suppressed rebellion after another.. however most of these are from across the sea, and the city of Josiah, may it remain blessed.
Jan 1st 1679
Tonight I broke up a potential tavern slaughter of some local Natives by a group of drunk cavalry officers. These soldiers from the north do seem to be lacking in discipline. I suppose pacifying a hostile population will cause an army to become accustomed to some more hardened viewpoints and tactics, but being under the jurisdiction of the noble 1st Regiment Rifleman brigade, I could not allow such behavior to stand.
I was sitting with a few of my brothers in arms in a local establishment with some officers from the 4th Cavalry New York division. This particular establishment was known by our men as Buffalo Hall (we can't pronounce the local name). It is ran by the Natives and offers every taste of the Native tradition: food, music, dance.. and ironically had become a popular location for our Saunderian servicemen. So a very obnoxious member of 4th Cavalry began to manhandle one of the local barmaids. One of the men began to confront the officer who then became extremely violent. His fellow officers began drew their blades. From behind the bar the barmaids father, a very weathered Native man draws up a 300 year old musket and begin shouting in American. The officers were not used to having American pointing firearms on them. Before any more mayhem could ensue I threw myself in the middle of the foray with my arms up and erupted into a half drunken speech about some ridiculous notion of equality between man and after a brief moment both parties began bursting in laughter at my drunken tirade. I then led the Calvary officers away and saw them to another establishment.
Jan 3rd 1679
Wonderful news. I was visited by my battalion leader today. Apparently he was made aware of the incident at Buffalo Hall and had come to commend my actions. He told me there had been troubles in the relations with the local populous ever since the New York and Washington troops arrived. He said that he wished that he had more soldiers like me who were willing to go above and beyond to keep the order. He walked with me to the training ground and we spoke about the mission to Nobamba. He did not seem concerned. He said that nothing new is happening there but that the generals simply wish to fortify the city with more artillery and since the mainland North American cities have quieted down we have these extra forces available. He seemed disappointed that we weren't being sent in to finally break the back of the Zulu warlords. I didn't quite know how to feel about it. I am just happy that we are moving somewhere. I told him that my fellow soldiers were growing fat from fraternizing with these locals. He laughed and slapped me hard on the back.
Jan 26th 1679
We have spent the last week training for desert travel. We are learning to handle camels, how to find water, handle our rifles in the sand, as well as some info on the desert tribes that we may come in contact with and how to handle them. It seems that not every Zulu is a blood crazed killer that want to impale every Judaic that they meet. In fact most Zulu are herders and farmers and could care less about the wishes of any warlord in some far off city that they never have heard of. They reminded me of the Americans in a bizarre way.
Feb 16th 1679
One thing that I have noticed about people who are stuck in the monotony of military life; any bit of news from outside of your environment becomes the central topic of interest and all subjects from religion to sex to politics are up for grabs. That latest buzz making its way around the barracks is about the situation with Carthage. The daughter of some rich Carthaginian family that had been married into a Saunderian family. Both of these families are important enough on both sides to influence a lot of trade and political relations. Apparently the girl was being courted by the son of a Saunderian noble living in Moscow and they were married under the Judaic tradition immediately after the girl turned up pregnant. All of this social upheaval due to the activities of a couple of promiscuous teenagers. It doesn't help that they family was found slaughtered in their house, but in my opinion that is no reason to go to war. There are others who think otherwise. The fact that we had declared ourselves hostile toward Carthage and yet have not attempted to invade them greatly upsets some of the men. I do see their point. Carthage's defiance of the Commonwealth could be a threat to world order; especially if we are seen as weak in the worlds eyes.
Mar 2nd 1679
As I was on patrol this morning my thoughts turned to my grandfather and his day. He was about the age that I am now when he was a member of the old Janissary corps. The first gun that I ever shot was his old musket. All that I remember it was the wall of smoke that the thing emitted as my grandfather smiled. Back at home there is a portrait of him in full Janissary regalia. I find the old Janissary uniforms much more attractive than today's plain uniforms. The old uniforms were made to be eye catching to the point of gaudy. Back in those days the Palace ruled everything and everything had to represent the might and splendour of the Judaic world. It must have worked wonders in recruiting new troops from the poor Buddhist and Taoist families, to have their sons go from wearing rags to wearing some of the most eye-catching clothing in the known world. Many of the armies in the Northern Atlantic still use the old Janissary style; and once again this is to attract the local American youth to the armed forces.
The world of today is so much different than in my grandfathers time.
People don't really have the religious fervour that they used to. I joined the army out of National pride, rather than to force some philosophical idea on some savages.
Apr 4th 1679
I have been spending more time with the officers in my regiment. Several of the officers have seemed to greatly value some of of my ideas about various strategies and ways of dealing with local populations. I got into a deep debate with an Lt. from the 1st Grenadiers of Bombay concerning the training of locals. It was a good discussion and afterward the man bought me and my brothers a round of drinks. Many of my fellow soldiers have begun to look up to me a lot. Even my commanding officers have been seeking my council concerning the upcoming mission. My thoughts keep turning to my grandfather in his old Janissary uniform. I wondered what he would think of all of this.
May 16th 1679
More unexpected news from the Commander! The units that have been training for months to travel through the deserts of the Saharo have had their orders change. We have all been granted 1 month leave! This is totally out of the ordinary! I expected the men to be disappointed but everyone is brimming with joy at the notion of being back home. I look forward to being back home in Duralia again with my family. I can't help but be curious about why our units have been taken off of the mission in Zululand, but the thoughts of bring back in Saunderia is so wonderful!
June 1st 1679
My unit is heading out today. The 1st Rifleman Regiment of Duralia is heading home. The leave will not start until we get there. I do worry about the fact that the New York and Washington units will be taking over SPkB 12 after us. Those men are the ones that need leave.
After speaking with many of the officers, whom I have become great friends with, there are some rumours that we will be participating in more posturing with Carthage soon. Other people are saying that we are preparing to invade/ I really try to laugh off such notions. Despite the tragic event that took place in Moscow and the diplomatic mess that we are in at the moment, the people of Saunderia have always had a respect to the exotic culture of Carthage, for centuries. Though I have only met few Carthaginians myself, all of the literature and art that I have seen of the place seem to depict a very proud and stern people; though they are known worldwide for their shrewd business sense. Then again, when I think about those 10,000 starving American refugees flooding through the gates of Cahokia, all of those pretty sailboat paintings don't seem so noble.
There is not yet any news of where 1st Regiment will be going after our leave is up.