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"We have received another message!"

"The Totalitarian governements?", replied Antonescu.

Ion Antonescu, turned from the window. There was no fear in his eyes, there was no hope in his voice. He looked to the the ground, slightly to the left.

"We will wait."

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On April 13, 1939, France and Britain pledged to ensure the independence of Romania, but negotiations on a similar Soviet guarantee collapsed when Romania refused to allow the Red Army to cross its frontiers. The Nazi-Soviet pact and Germany's three-week blitzkrieg against Poland caused mass-anxiety among the Romanian populous, which granted refuge to members of Poland's fleeing government. Armand Calinescu, the Premier of Romania remained neutral.

"Refuse do I, to allow this nation to be the subject of any favour".

Iron Guards assassinated him on September 21.

"Aah, you must stop hurting me...aah!"

King Carol attempted to remain neural, but France surrendered and Britain retreated from Europe, pouring water on any bonfire of assurance constructed by the Brits. Carol needed to strike a deal with Hitler.

"I love your Country Adolph, I love your shoes".

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On a cold spring morning, late in March, an automobile arrived in the city of Vienna. The prime minister and foreign minister of Yugoslavia signed the Tripartite Pact, at once committing one of the greatest acts of betrayal in the country’s arduous history and, unintentionally, sparking off an intense underground movement dead set on destroying Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich’s control on Belgrade.

Immediately, the armed forces of Yugoslavia, determined to not allow Yugoslavia to become another semi country, like Vichy France, and in a fanatic state of mind, resisted the signing of the Tripartite Pact by Dragisa Cvetkovic and Cincar-Markovic, the prime and foreign ministers, respectively. The resistance was organized under one Dusan Simovic, who was on good terms with many high ranking Nazi officials (namely Reichmarshall Goering). Dusan was an unrepentant Serb, which led to some distrust in the inner ranks, but overall held good control over the resistance. He led a coup, and the Prince Paul of Yugoslavia was replaced by the Prince Peter, who escaped daringly down a drainpipe and into freedom and onto the throne. This, however, would hardly last.

Hitler was furious. The hammer fell quickly. As German troops poured into the country, Simovic fled under British protection, and the resistance was leaderless.

Until a flamboyant, fiery eyed Communist named Josip Tito stood up in resistance, contrary to Stalin’s orders and to common sense. Thus began the struggle for freedom. And the search for a decent pair of loafers.

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Holding slot -- Photo of Hitler and Ion Antonescu with entry to be inserted, then photos of Yugoslavians Dragisa Cvetkovic and Prince Paul with nazi officials, if available.

-- Welcome aboard Brady and Cortes, great initial entries both. --

[ November 07, 2002, 09:44 PM: Message edited by: JerseyJohn ]

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Meanwhile in a movie theatre in N.Y.C

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"Honey, When are they going to start the 'real' movie?"

also IN THE NEWS this week....

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.....Combined British and "Free" French naval assets have blockaded the port of Algiers...

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......General Francious Billote...The man Hitler calls 'The Butcher of Belgium' and Churchill calls 'The Last Hope of All True Frenchmen'....was last seen in the seaport of Liverpool....addressing his troops.... shortly before boarding a British transport two weeks ago....

IN OTHER NEWS......

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....Those silly "Moy Brothers" are at it again...failing for the third time to get their new-fangled flying contraption to work!!!"

.....and this woman was declared "Miss America" in Atlanic City.

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AND NOW FOR THE FEATURE PRESENTATION:

John Wayne

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in............Something new this week!!!

(The audience erupts into whoops of anticipation...John Wayne, never one to disappoint his fans, proceeds to kick some red-skin ass.)

[ December 19, 2002, 04:05 PM: Message edited by: Zeres ]

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Chapter Five:

Late Summer 1940

Aboard the Free French Flagship: the Cruiser Strasbourgh

Admiral Rambeau sat in his ready room with an expression of extreme concentration on his face. He was huddled over a long wooden table working on what appeared to be a three-foot long model of a battleship. This is where he spent most of his quiet time these days. He had never made a model before but was determined to get it right the first time. There was a tentative rap on the door.

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"Admiral....it's time"

"Just a moment...Come in Come in...It's you Billote isn't it?" " Are you in such a hurry to get your head blown off?"

The door opened and Billote walked in stiffly.

"Your still working on that thing?"" Shouldn't you be pouring over a map or something like that."

Rambeau didn't change his posture but took in the remark.

" You might know a thing or two about how to be a general.""less, to be assured, about how to be the leader of France....""And I am quite confindent, My dear Billote, ....That you haven't the slightest idea about what it is to be an Admiral."

The old sea-dog put on his overcoat, his hat and stood in front of a mirror. His mouth turned into a slight frown and his eyes went hard. There it was, the menacing appearence he had honed over so many decades at sea.

"It is not acceptable to me that the Free French should not have at least one battleship. So I have been forced to build another Richelieu. I've never done it before so...yes, I suppose I am still working on it..." "It's going to be the finest battleship in the history of the French Navy."

He reached for what was left of his Cognac and knocked it back. He called up to the bridge and sounded for battle Stations..

"O.K Billote...We go!"

The general was hard pressed to keep up with the sixty-eight year old Admiral as he stalked down the corridors he knew so well. Sailors were in a frenzy of activity...But on the observation deck a strange calm pervaded. A lazy afternoon in the Southern Med. The sea dotted in every direction with ships of the combined British and French fleets. Another general stood on the deck with binoculaire. Brig.Gen Pierre Fontaine. Billote called to him.

" Ahh...Pierre can you see what they're doing from so far away?"

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"But of course my friend.....these were made in Germany!""Only the best for the French General Staff!"

They all laughed.

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"I spy....The Port of Algiers"

As night fell, the fleet began arraying itself to support a dawn bombardment of the port and an amphibious landing about 30 kilometers West of Algiers. Under cover of darkness the British fleet moved swiftly to get the city within range of their big guns. The Strausbourg moved south with it's rag-tag escorts to support the landing.

The assault of Algiers:

Sir William Landcastersheershire, 1'st Admiral of British Mediterrainian Squadron stood on the bridge of the battleship Arc Royal. A chewed-up stoogie in his mouth and a riding crop in his right hand.

" ALL RIGHT MY BOYS, LET EM HAVE IT!!!"

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SIR ADMIRAL WILLIAM LANCASTERSHEERSHIRE

The riding crop came down with a heavy flick smacking a midshipman that happened to be running by. Captain Falkirk, standing to his left, gave a quick nod to his aid. Within seconds the morning stillness was interrupted with the booming cacophony of dozens of Battleships and cruisers raining shells onto the port of Algiers.

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Falkirk bit his lip...he had advised against bringing the fleet this coast to shore. Some of the ships were barely afloat as it was having taken a beating against the Italians and the luftwaffe.

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That's when the first contact mine hit a Destroyer off to starboard!!!!!

"Admiral, We're in the middle of a mine field!!! We need to pull back the capital ships...Admi-"

"Nonsense my boy...These aren't mines....not like we saw in The Great War!!!"" They didn't stop us then why should they stop us n----" KABOOM!!!!

A cruiser to port hit another mine...No wait, not a mine! Huge splashes burst out of the sea in front of the battleship. Those were coastal guns.. What the hell had the Germans managed to get into Algiers...It was unthinkable...They had done it right under the nose of half the British navy!!!

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Algierian Coastal Batteries?

Falkirk took a closer look with his binoculars... wave upon wave of fighters and Torpedo Bombers were converging on the Port.. But flak was coming at them with a devastating intensity. It was like a Turkey shoot, The Great North African Turkey Shoot!!!

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"MY FAVORITE PUB IN COLCHESTER REALLY IS A MILLION MILES AWAY RIGHT NOW!"

( to be continued- the rest of the assault on the port of Algiers and Billote's amphibious landing)

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posted November 13, 2002 10:06 AM

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General Erwin Rommel is sent to Algeria to observe the Battle of Algiers and report on the fighting quality of the Vichy French troops.

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A parade of the volunteer infantry division,

'ParisReichsgrenediers' march past the Arch of Triumph before departing for North Africa.

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Also marching is Vichy General Henri Neysey, often mistaken for other French Generals, the late Charles DeGaulle (killed while fighting heroically in Belgium), and his arch-enemy, the traitor Billote.

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Some cheer while others watch sorrowfully. The weeping man cries out "This is madness -- Frenchman fighting Frenchman for the bosch and British!" Then becomes calm and quiet as two SS men walk by.

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All of Vichy France awaits Marshal Petain's speech regarding the attack on Algiers.

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The Grand Old Man enters the Ministers Assembly and the grave expression on his face says it all.

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Beneath a large poster a French shoolboy wonders about the speach and it's true meaning.

"But mommy, he kept saying the Germans were attacking us -- I thought they were our friends now?"

"They are, sweetheart, whenever you hear Marshal Petain saying something nasty about the bosch you simply substitute English for German."

"Oh -- like a game!"

"Yes, dear, like a confusing game."

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"Prime Minister Laval, as your dear friends and the devoted allies of Vichy France, we advise you to do exactly as we say."

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Vichy French infantry stationed in the Atlas Mountains await orders from General Neysey.

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In occupied France newly appointed buerocrats review lists and advise German officers on the draft status of their countrymen.

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French youths of sixteen and seventeen are drafted along with volunteers of fourteen and fifteen from newly destitute families eager to earn pay and a signing bounty. All are trained as Reich Auxilleries for military service in Africa, or perhaps some vague future destination with considerably lower temperatures.

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Hueristic

Feel free to post and glad you enjoyed it. The whole thing is really a goof as you've already noticed.

This is the first of two Forums we cooked up around a month ago. Occassionally we add to it. People go in and out, sometimes posting for the Japanese, etc., add anything you'd like. We're weak on Americans -- in the other section I do my Edward R. Murrow broadcasts and RicKhan made an entry or two as Franklin Roosevelt.

So far I've been doing all the Axis -- naturally! -- But we always enjoy a new voice. We have the Brits, French and Axis covered solidly. Our Japanese voice seems to have followed the rising sun somewhere -- haven't heard from him in weeks.

What we can really use is a Kilroy sort of guy, someone who pops up everywhere in every uniform bitching about the food and mud and always getting shot at. If you're our long awaited Kilroy, have at it! We'll give you all the support we can. smile.gif

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"So then what happened?"

"Himmler says, 'I've taken enough of your crap, fatman --"

"Fatman he said!"

"Yes, Mein Fuhrer."

"Okay, and then what --?"

"Goering pushes him and Himmler falls on his ass and --"

"Perhaps if one of us went to talk with them."

"Don't be ridiculous, Hess."

"I could fly there and --"

"They're standing on the other side of the Hall, Rudolf! -- Go on Joey, what happened next --?"

"Well, Himmler gets up and Goering whacks him one with his Reichsmarshal Baton and the big Ruby falls out, the one Goering loves so much, and Himmler tried swallowing it --"

"Swallowing it, amazing. Some people are just terrible!"

"Yes Mein Feuhrer."

"-- I could use one of the newly altered ME-110's and in a few hours I'd be at --"

"Really Hess, can't you see we're trying to talk! -- Go on Joey, Heinrich was choking on Hermann's big ruby -- and people wonder why I love those two! --"

"Yes Mein Feuhrer, had it in his mouth and was trying to swallow it but Goering kicked him in the ribs and when it popped out Goering kicked him again, this time in the head and said . . .."

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Churchill Addresses the House of Commons:

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"Almost a year has passed since the war began, and it is natural for us, I think, to pause on our journey at this milestone and survey the dark, wide field. It is also useful to compare the first year of this second war against German aggression with its forerunner a quarter of a century ago. Although this war is in fact only a continuation of the last, very great differences in its character are apparent. In the last war millions of men fought by hurling enormous masses of steel at one another. "Men and shells" was the cry, and prodigious slaughter was the consequence. In this war nothing of this kind has yet appeared. It is a conflict of strategy, of organization, of technical apparatus, of science, mechanics and morale. The British casualties in the first 12 months of the Great War amounted to 365,000. In this war, I am thankful to say, British killed, wounded, prisoners and missing, including civilians, do not exceed 92,000, and of these a large proportion are alive as prisoners of war. Looking more widely around, one may say that throughout all Europe, for one man killed or wounded in the first year perhaps five were killed or wounded in 1914-15.

The slaughter is only a small fraction, but the consequences to the belligerents have been even more deadly. We have seen great countries with powerful armies dashed out of coherent existence in a few weeks. We have seen the-French Republic and the renowned French Army beaten into complete and total submission with less than the casualties which they suffered in any one of half a dozen of the battles of 1914-18. The entire body-it might almost seem at times the soul-of France has succumbed to physical effects incomparably less terrible than those which were sustained with fortitude and undaunted will power 25 years ago. Although up to the present the loss of life has been mercifully diminished, the decisions reached in the course of the struggle are even more profound upon the fate of nations than anything that has ever happened since barbaric times. Moves are made upon the scientific and strategic boards, advantages are gained by mechanical means, as a result of which scores of millions of men become incapable of further resistance, or judge themselves incapable of further resistance, and a fearful game of chess proceeds from check to mate by which the unhappy players seem to be inexorably bound.

Hitler is now sprawled over Europe. Our offensive springs are being slowly compressed, and we must resolutely and methodically prepare ourselves for the campaigns of 1941 and 1942. Two or three years are not a long time, even in our short, precarious lives. They are nothing in the history of the nation, and when we are doing the finest thing in the world, and have the honor to be the sole champion of the liberties of all Europe, we must not grudge these years or weary as we toil and struggle through them. It does not follow that our energies in future years will be exclusively confined to defending ourselves and our possessions. Many opportunities may lie open to amphibious power, and we must be ready to take advantage of them. One of the ways to bring this war to a speedy end is to convince the enemy, not by words, but by deeds, that we have both the will and the means, not only to go on indefinitely, but to strike heavy and unexpected blows. The road to victory may not be so long as we expect. But we have no right to count upon this. Be it long or short, rough or smooth, we mean to reach our journey's end.

It is our intention to maintain and enforce a strict blockade, not only of Germany, but of Italy, France, and all the other countries that have fallen into the German power. I read in the papers that Herr Hitler has also proclaimed a strict blockade of the British Islands. No one can complain of that. I remember the Kaiser doing it in the last war. What indeed would be a matter of general complaint would be if we were to prolong the agony of all Europe by allowing food to come in to nourish the Nazis and aid their war effort, or to allow food to go in to the subjugated peoples, which certainly would be pillaged off them by their Nazi conquerors.

Let us see what has happened on the other side of the scales. The British nation and the British Empire, finding themselves alone, stood undismayed against disaster. No one flinched or wavered; nay, some who formerly thought of peace, now think only of war. Our people are united and resolved, as they have never been before. Death and ruin have become small things compared with the shame of defeat or failure in duty. We cannot tell what lies ahead. It may be that even greater ordeals lie before us. We shall face whatever is coming to us. We are sure of ourselves and of our cause, and that is the supreme fact which has emerged in these months of trial.

Our Navy is far stronger than it was at the beginning of the war. The great flow of new construction set on foot at the outbreak is now beginning to come in. We hope our friends across the ocean will send us a timely reinforcement to bridge the gap between the peace flotillas of 1939 and the war flotillas of 1941. There is no difficulty in sending such aid. The seas and oceans are open. The U-boats are contained. The magnetic mine is, up to the present time, effectively mastered. The merchant tonnage under the British flag, after a year of unlimited U-boat war, after eight months of intensive mining attack, is larger than when we began. We have, in addition, under our control at least 4,000,000 tons of shipping from the captive countries which has taken refuge here or in the harbors of the Empire. Our stocks of food of all kinds are far more abundant than in the days of peace, and a large and growing program of food production is on foot.

Why do I say all this? Not, assuredly, to boast; not, assuredly, to give the slightest countenance to complacency. The dangers we face are still enormous, but so are our advantages and resources. I recount them because the people have a right to know that there are solid grounds for the confidence which we feel, and that we have good reason to believe ourselves capable, as I said in a very dark hour two months ago, of continuing the war "if necessary alone, if necessary for years." I say it also because the fact that the British Empire stands invincible, and that Nazidom is still being resisted, will kindle again the spark of hope in the breasts of hundreds of millions of down-trodden or despairing men and women throughout Europe, and far beyond its bounds, and that from these sparks there will presently come cleansing and devouring flame.

The great air battle which has been in progress over this Island for the last few weeks has recently attained a high intensity. It is too soon to attempt to assign limits either to its scale or to its duration. We must certainly expect that greater efforts will be made by the enemy than any he has so far put forth. Hostile air fields are still being developed in France and the Low Countries, and the movement of squadrons and material for attacking us is still proceeding. It is quite plain that Herr Hitler could not admit defeat in his air attack on Great Britain without sustaining most serious injury. If after all his boastings and bloodcurdling threats and lurid accounts trumpeted round the world of the damage he has inflicted, of the vast numbers of our Air Force he has shot down, so he says, with so little loss to himself; if after tales of the panic-stricken British crushed in their holes cursing the plutocratic Parliament which has led them to such a plight-if after all this his whole air onslaught were forced after a while tamely to peter out, the Fuhrer's reputation for veracity of statement might be seriously impugned. We may be sure, therefore, that he will continue as long as he has the strength to do so, and as long as any preoccupations he may have in respect of the Russian Air Force allow him to do so.

The gratitude of every home in our Island, in our Empire, and indeed throughout the world, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to the British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of the World War by their prowess and b~ their devotion. Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. All hearts go out to the fighter pilots, whose brilliant actions we see with our own eyes day after day; but we must never forget that all the time, night after night, month after month, our bomber squadrons travel far into Germany, find their targets in the darkness by the highest navigational skill, aim their attacks, often under the heaviest fire, often with serious loss, with deliberate careful discrimination, and inflict shattering blows upon the whole of the technical and war-making structure of the Nazi power. On no part of the Royal Air Force does the weight of the war fall more heavily than on the daylight bombers, who will play an invaluable part in the case of invasion and whose unflinching zeal it has been necessary in the meanwhile on numerous occasions to restrain.

That France alone should lie prostrate at this moment is the crime, not of a great and noble nation, but of what are called "the men of Vichy." We have profound sympathy with the French people. Our old comradeship with France is not dead. In General Billote and his gallant band, that comradeship takes an effective form. These free Frenchmen have been condemned to death by Vichy, but the day will come, as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, when their names will be held in honor, and their names will be graven in stone in the streets and villages of a France restored in a liberated Europe to its full freedom and its ancient fame. But this conviction which I feel of the future cannot affect the immediate problems which confront us in the Mediterranean and in Africa. It had been decided some time before the beginning of the war not to defend the Protectorate of Somaliland. That policy was changed in the early months of the war. When the French gave in, and when our small forces there, a few battalions, a few guns, were attacked by all the Italian troops, nearly two divisions, which had formerly faced the French at Jibuti, it was right to withdraw our detachments, virtually intact, for action elsewhere. Far larger operations no doubt impend in the Middle East theater, and I shall certainly not attempt to discuss or prophesy about their probable course. We have large armies and many means of reinforcing them. We have the complete sea command of the eastern Mediterranean. We intend to do our best to give a good account of ourselves, and to discharge faithfully and resolutely all our obligations and duties in that quarter of the world. More than that I do not think the House would wish me to say at the present time.

The course of world history is the noblest prize of victory. We are still toiling up the hill; we have not yet reached the crest-line of it; we cannot survey the landscape or even imagine what its condition will be when that longed-for morning comes. The task which lies before us immediately is at once more practical, more simple and more stern. I hope-indeed, I pray-that we shall not be found unworthy of our victory if after toil and tribulation it is granted to us. For the rest, we have to gain the victory. That is our task.

There is, however, one direction in which we can see a little more clearly ahead. We have to think not only for ourselves but for the lasting security of the cause and principles for which we are fighting and of the long future of the British Commonwealth of Nations. Some months ago we came to the conclusion that the interests of the United States and of the British Empire both required that the United States should have facilities for the naval and air defense of the Western Hemisphere against the attack of a Nazi power which might have acquired temporary but lengthy control of a large part of Western Europe and its formidable resources. We had therefore decided spontaneously, and without being asked or offered any inducement, to inform the Government of the United States that we would be glad to place such defense facilities at their disposal by leasing suitable sites in our Transatlantic possessions for their greater security against the unmeasured dangers of the future. The principle of association of interests for common purposes between Great Britain and the United States had developed even before the war. Various agreements had been reached about certain small islands in the Pacific Ocean which had become important as air fueling points. In all this line of thought we found ourselves in very close harmony with the Government of Canada.

Presently we learned that anxiety was also felt in the United States about the air and naval defense of their Atlantic seaboard, and President Roosevelt has recently made it clear that he would like to discuss with us, and with the Dominion of Canada and with Newfoundland, the development of American naval and air facilities in Newfoundland and in the West Indies. There is, of course, no question of any transference of sovereignty-that has never been suggested-or of any action being taken without the consent or against the wishes of the various Colonies concerned; but for our part, His Majesty's Government are entirely willing to accord defense facilities to the United States on a 99 years' leasehold basis, and we feel sure that our interests no less than theirs, and the interests of the Colonies themselves and of Canada and Newfoundland, will be served thereby. These are important steps. Undoubtedly this process means that these two great organizations of the English-speaking democracies, the British Empire and the United States, will have to be somewhat mixed up together in some of their affairs for mutual and general one can stop it. Like the Mississippi, it just keeps rolling alone. Let it roll. Let it roll on full flood, view the process with any misgivings. I could not stop it if I wished; no one can stop it. Like the Mississippi, it just keeps rolling alone. Let it roll. Let it roll on full flood, inexorable, irresistible, benignant, to broader lands and better days."

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In Moscow:

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"Well Molotov, have the preparations for Operation 'Stop Mannerheim' commenced?"

"Y-Y-Y-Y-yes S-s-s-s-sir, we are about to annex the C-c-c-c-caucus-s-s-ses."

"Good, now that blasted Finn wont be able to strike us from the south!!"

"And what of the defenses in Mongolia? and the Reports of the Finnish buildup there........

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"Ahh, I love the weather in 'Mongolia' this time of year."

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Beuatiful! Glad we've got these things rolling again. I'll add a straight (I mean it, no space aliens or Dirty Harry) Axis entry in this spot a bit later. Glad to see a new Churchill entry, fits right in and excellently done.

Meanwhile, that dastardly Mannerheim and his elusive Finns, where will they turn up next and why are they making life miserable for that misunderstood fellow in the Kremlin?

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Namura runs into Yamamoto's office:

"Sir, we have a problem"

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"What is it?"

"The American have cut our oil swappwies!"

"No! Not the oil! What will i use to make my mothers special Fried Chicken?"

"Sir, arent you worried about other things?"

"Hm, what-erhm- oh- yes! Our Airplanes wont have fuel."

"And?"

"Oh yes, our ships wont be able to strike Finland!"

"Dont you mean america sir?"

"Oh, yes, of course."

"What do you think we should do sir?"

"Bomb Ottawa"

"Ottawa, Sir?"

"I said Pearl Harbor Dammit"

"Yes, Sir"

Namura walked out of the room, crying.

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Hello folks,

the Japanese and Amona are still around.

Its christmas-time and I work in a book-store.

Stalingrad was nothing compared to these weeks.

So, give me time until January, and I will be back with new posts.

By the way, you could just have dropped me a mail to learn about my situation, couldnt you?

Anyway, bottom-line: I am still in the boat if you still want me aboard.

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". . .you could just have dropped me a mail to learn about my situation, couldnt you?"

Actually, no! I wanted to but I'm quite sure at the time you didn't have an E-mail envelope over your posting. If you did I didn't see it and for that I'm not sorry as I spent most of the sixties popping pills and drooling over acid and shooting heroin so these days my eyesight isn't what it ought to be. Aside from which I'm old. A lot of people my age have already diceded to give themselves a break and die, but not me -- talk about bad karma -- I must have been Vlad the Impaler in a former life to still be stuck in this one -- and you want sympathy!

Anyway, you might have noticed that I put in all sorts of messages back there in the Mr Ed area, to the effect of . . ..Please Amona come back -- come back Amona it's all my fault --where have you gone Amona -- was it something I said Amona -- etc. & etc.. It was frigging embarrassing but I did it and now you thank me with a kick in the jewells and a spit in the eye -- you insensitive wretch!

I thought you left because you hated my John Wayne slots and decided to skedaddle. Well, I'll tell you, if the Duke hears much more of this recrimination and guilt nonsense he'll bar you from ever going to Fort Appache -- and they've finally installed indoor plumbing and everything!

Aside from which, and all kidding aside, I understand you have an abusive workplace so let me help. Give me the word and location and travelling expenses and an associate of mine will solve that problem forever. Just consider it a favor among friends. And to show your gratitude some time in the future, and that time may never come, you can perhaps reciprocate for me and my relatives. Nothing much, maybe blow up some creep's -- uh, no rush to discuss this here and -- yeah you, the nosy one with the big yap, what the hell are you looking at! --we'll discuss it later.

Meantime, let me introduce you to my former friend and newest boss, SS General Lord SupremeBeing etc&etc&etc, Sepp Deitrich. I'd say his bark is worse than his bite, except it isn't. Than man is a diagnosed psychotic. Tell him he's a mad dog and he'll bite your hand, then he'll thank you for the compliment and a free snack.

And so, without any further ado, I give you SS TroopenDroopen, Sepp Deitrich!

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"Amona -- yes, you're the one who wants consideration and compassion and all that other sentimental rubbish. Well, you'll get none of that here! What you'll get is abuse and more abuse and when you are tired and can take no more we'll give you a treat -- even more abuse!

"You talk about sensitivity yet you were so insensitive to that poor JerseyJohn after the way he fretted and worried about you and went around bothering everyone with his stupid and annoying -- 'where's Amona, has anyone seen Amona?' Well, that's what comes of idiotic sentimentality. That's why he's cleaning latrines now and I'm in charge! But then who knows, this time next week I might miss those latrines and decide I want my old job back and that weakling horse's ass will be back in this pansy office and I'll have my beloved brush back in my hands.

"But for now it is I who am in charge and I should have you shot for deserting your post. Fortunately for you no one seems to remember where your insignificant dung hole assignment happened to be! Stand straight or I'll have you shot anyway and then I'll have your corpse shot for insubordination!

"Where was I -- yes, yes, I was abusing you, you pathetic slug come slinking back breaking the heart of that unfortunate drooling imbecile JerseyJohn -- what a swine! Yes, I mean him!

"Now, as for you, did I call you a pathetic slug yet? yes -- thank you. -- after having my schnapps I will return to level even more abuse on your miserable sniveling unworthy head. And remind me afterwards to drink some more schnapps then to come back again and give you a double order of even worse abusiveness --

"Oh, Life Is So Wonderfull!

"My riding crop and monocle, where the hell are they you incompetent idiotic toadies! And you, Amona-is-it, I need to read that Romance Novel you've written. Yes, beneath this callous unfeeling extererior there's a callous unfeeling interior and two identical layers underneath. But near my pancreas is a sweet gentle little fellow who cries at weddings -- he would very much like to read your romance novel. I keep that stupid fool locked up!

"Where are my -- yes, my monicle, thank you. And my -- yes, my riding crop -- no imbeciele I don't want a saddled horse -- do you really think I have ever been insane enough to risk my neck attempting to ride one of those stupid creatures!

"And as for you, Amona-is-it, why are you still standing here? You should be contacting that frostbitten Fin, Carl von Mannerheim and begging him to allow you to add one of your hopelessly sensitive postings -- yes, yes, for those absurd self-detonating Japanese!"

[ December 22, 2002, 08:28 AM: Message edited by: JerseyJohn ]

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Originally posted by Brady:

"We have received another message!"

"The Totalitarian governements?", replied Antonescu.

Ion Antonescu, turned from the window. There was no fear in his eyes, there was no hope in his voice. He looked to the the ground, slightly to the left.

"We will wait."

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