[FONT="Book "Book Antiqua"]
Soldiers of the 10th Cavalry who were taken prisoner during the Battle of Carrizal
Private James Smith dived for cover as bullets racked the wall behind him. He quickly rose to one knee and fired his rifle at the Mexican who fired at him and watched him drop. Smith began to reload but fumbled as another round of bullets impacted the dirt near him.
"Shit." Smith said as he picked up the gun and finished reloading. He rose it back to his shoulder to see the man who shot him get shot himself. Smith began to rise to his feet but a riderless horse rushed by and knocked him on his ass. Smith again got up and saw the carnage he was trying to escape. He saw colored troops and white troops firing at Mexican troops, trying to escape the killing field Carrizal was quickly becoming. Captain Boyd had sent his men into Carrizal to attack the Mexican Army. The Mexicans were ready and had defensive positions so when C and K troops moved into the town they came under fire and were quickly surrounded. After that all semblance of organization collapsed in hte American lines as men stopped fighting and instead focused on getting the the hell out of the city, much like Smith himself.
Smith was born in Columbus, New Mexico and enlisted in the Army after Mexican Rebel leader Pancho Villa raided and burned the city. Smith ran his hand through his hair as a black trooper made a dash for a 'empty' horse but was shot dead. The horse soon followed the man to his grave. A bullet impacting in the dirt in front of him snapped Smith out of his thoughts. He got low and looked for some cover but found none. Suddenly a loud yell came from one of the houses "We surrender!"
Smith watched in surprise as a group of Americans walked out of a house flying a white shirt on a stick. The Mexicans moved quickly and charged across the street, mowing down the unarmed men and occupying the house they left. As they were running across the street one turned and made eye contact with Smith. He stopped and fired at him while yelling something in Spanish. Smith began to move but suddenly a sharp pain shot up his leg and it stopped working. Smith screamed and fell to the ground, hand clutching his calf. He looked at his leg and saw not one but two bullet holes in his leg. One was in his calf, the one he felt, and there was another one in his femur. Smith suddenly felt another bout of pain and yelped. He looked around to see if anyone could help him and saw a Mexican running, dead sprint, toward him. "Aw shit!" Smith said, barely containing the pain he was feeling. He tried to get up but quickly found it useless. As he lay on the ground, slowly bleeding out, a shadow moved over him. Smith looked up to see a Mexican soldier holding a well worn Model 1889. Smith put his hands in the air "Don't shoot, I give."
President Woodrow Wilson sat in the Oval Office and sighed. The Europeans had been fighting each other for almost three years now and Wilson wanted to help, it was America's duty to it's allies. In conjunction with that Pancho Villa burned Columbus last year and he had Perishing trying to hunt him down. He had been getting little in the way of reports but hoped it was going well. His hopes were dashed when his Secretary of War, Newton D Baker, walked in, a solemn expression on his face.
"What happened Newton?" Woodrow Wilson asked with a worried tone of voice. He really hoped it was not about Mexico and about Europe.
Newton checked his note and before responding "Sir, Mexican forces attacked our forces outside Carrizal, Chihuahua yesterday evening. Out of the 100 cavalrymen who did battle, 50 were killed, 15 wounded and 24 more captured."
Wilson was not usually an angry man. He had been relatively calm most his life, it was rare anybody would hear him yell, but today was different. Wilson didn't know why the news of 100 dead Cavalrymen in Mexico set him off, but it did, and the world would never be the same again. Wilson gritted his teeth as he shot from his chair. He grabbed his coat from one of the couches in the Oval Office and put it on. As he left the room he yelled back at Newton "Newton, get a declaration of war drafted within the hour! Those damned Mexicans are going to pay"! Newton gulped so hard Wilson could practically hear it.[/FONT]
A Sunny Day In Mexico
Soldiers of the 10th Cavalry who were taken prisoner during the Battle of Carrizal
Carrizal, Chihuahua, United Mexican States
June 21st, 1916
June 21st, 1916
Private James Smith dived for cover as bullets racked the wall behind him. He quickly rose to one knee and fired his rifle at the Mexican who fired at him and watched him drop. Smith began to reload but fumbled as another round of bullets impacted the dirt near him.
"Shit." Smith said as he picked up the gun and finished reloading. He rose it back to his shoulder to see the man who shot him get shot himself. Smith began to rise to his feet but a riderless horse rushed by and knocked him on his ass. Smith again got up and saw the carnage he was trying to escape. He saw colored troops and white troops firing at Mexican troops, trying to escape the killing field Carrizal was quickly becoming. Captain Boyd had sent his men into Carrizal to attack the Mexican Army. The Mexicans were ready and had defensive positions so when C and K troops moved into the town they came under fire and were quickly surrounded. After that all semblance of organization collapsed in hte American lines as men stopped fighting and instead focused on getting the the hell out of the city, much like Smith himself.
Smith was born in Columbus, New Mexico and enlisted in the Army after Mexican Rebel leader Pancho Villa raided and burned the city. Smith ran his hand through his hair as a black trooper made a dash for a 'empty' horse but was shot dead. The horse soon followed the man to his grave. A bullet impacting in the dirt in front of him snapped Smith out of his thoughts. He got low and looked for some cover but found none. Suddenly a loud yell came from one of the houses "We surrender!"
Smith watched in surprise as a group of Americans walked out of a house flying a white shirt on a stick. The Mexicans moved quickly and charged across the street, mowing down the unarmed men and occupying the house they left. As they were running across the street one turned and made eye contact with Smith. He stopped and fired at him while yelling something in Spanish. Smith began to move but suddenly a sharp pain shot up his leg and it stopped working. Smith screamed and fell to the ground, hand clutching his calf. He looked at his leg and saw not one but two bullet holes in his leg. One was in his calf, the one he felt, and there was another one in his femur. Smith suddenly felt another bout of pain and yelped. He looked around to see if anyone could help him and saw a Mexican running, dead sprint, toward him. "Aw shit!" Smith said, barely containing the pain he was feeling. He tried to get up but quickly found it useless. As he lay on the ground, slowly bleeding out, a shadow moved over him. Smith looked up to see a Mexican soldier holding a well worn Model 1889. Smith put his hands in the air "Don't shoot, I give."
Washington DC, United States of America
June 22nd, 1916
June 22nd, 1916
President Woodrow Wilson sat in the Oval Office and sighed. The Europeans had been fighting each other for almost three years now and Wilson wanted to help, it was America's duty to it's allies. In conjunction with that Pancho Villa burned Columbus last year and he had Perishing trying to hunt him down. He had been getting little in the way of reports but hoped it was going well. His hopes were dashed when his Secretary of War, Newton D Baker, walked in, a solemn expression on his face.
"What happened Newton?" Woodrow Wilson asked with a worried tone of voice. He really hoped it was not about Mexico and about Europe.
Newton checked his note and before responding "Sir, Mexican forces attacked our forces outside Carrizal, Chihuahua yesterday evening. Out of the 100 cavalrymen who did battle, 50 were killed, 15 wounded and 24 more captured."
Wilson was not usually an angry man. He had been relatively calm most his life, it was rare anybody would hear him yell, but today was different. Wilson didn't know why the news of 100 dead Cavalrymen in Mexico set him off, but it did, and the world would never be the same again. Wilson gritted his teeth as he shot from his chair. He grabbed his coat from one of the couches in the Oval Office and put it on. As he left the room he yelled back at Newton "Newton, get a declaration of war drafted within the hour! Those damned Mexicans are going to pay"! Newton gulped so hard Wilson could practically hear it.[/FONT]
Last edited:
