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The premise for the background for the Another USA ISOT Story.

Prondly present. 'The Pink Universe'


1.The Dieing Eagle

What is happening in America? If you ask that question in 1812, there will be only one answer. WAR. The Anglo-American War of 1812 was happened because of a number of reasons, but that is for historians to argue, so let’s focus only on what is happening there.

For years, relation between the newborn lady called Liberty and her arrogant mother is not improved much. It is known that women have the ability to hold grudge and in 1812 it was an old grudge between the lady Liberty and the goddess Britannia that was blown into an ugly fight. At first, both sides are reluctant to fight to the end. Britain is occupied elsewhere, namely Europe and a man with the name of Napoleon.
The young United States is not keen on fighting a war, not many of her states are willing to pay flesh and blood for some unclear course. Then, for unknown reason, some towns in Canada are burned to the ground and lots of population got slaughtered. Red is painted on the snow in that cold winter of Canada in 1812.

When news reach Britain, the reaction is certainly predictable. The bells are ringed, the drum beat is heard and Westminster is filled with outraged politicians backed by outraged population. To purchase some territory from their enemy is one thing, to kill their siblings is whole another. And lest they do something, they will be out of office. Decision is made. Kill them or let them kill us.

So, what so far was a fight of nails and words is turn into a war of vengeance. Enormous troops are raised and Royal Navy is ready to teach the American mongrels a lesson, namely how port city will look like if it was pound by canons.

The U.S. government is not happy at this. It’s mean that fighting will be harder. Canada is now a trouble, not that it never been a trouble before. While fighting against little numbers of British contingents proved to be a success, fighting the outrageous population who are keen to defend their lives and push out the neo Mongols is another. Which mean many young Americans will died by ambush and ambush and ambush. Something that missing from the U.S. Army is that it never thinks of the way to counter what they’ve done to the British in 1776.

When the Royal Navy arrived, the little U.S. Navy is fight with vigor and tenacity but the little U.S. Navy is that, little. So, what happened to the U.S. Navy in the Bay of Boston in 1812? Something that was ships is reduced to piles of woods and bodies floating on the water while the mighty Royal Navy pound Boston to ruins. So, through out the war, the Royal Navy can roam the sea at will.

The beginning of 1813 we saw the British ruled the sea completely, which mean that the Royal Navy will set up a blockade decided to ruin the U.S. economy and raid many port cities at ease and will. In time, New York and Charleston will meet the same fate as Boston, and when the major port cities were nothing but a pile of bricks and burning woods, followed the small coastal towns and fishing communities.

On the land, the matter is different. While the ships are no more, America still have population, population that could fitted in uniform. Fighting in Canada is fierce, with heavy casualty on both sides. Through out 1813 both sides move like pieces on chessboard. Britain make a move here, America make a move there, with no one gain any decisive advantage in any battles, but winter come and constant raids of American coast by Royal Navy meant that the coastal areas are abandoned and lay devastated. This also meant that the country sides and farms will pack with refugees; hungry refugees that need food to fill their stomachs, and thus, the supply situation for American troops in Canada are definitely not so good.

1814 come and we see the tide start to turn. With reinforcements keep coming from Britain, finally, the hungry and tired American troops are shattered and push out of Canada. Now British forces start to move into American territory, chasing a group of unorganized retreating troops and fleeing population in the process.

Of course, the bell of liberty is heard again in Philadelphia. American people will not let the British put us back under their boots, they say. Militias are called up, again, though now that all states seem to be more willing to fight. The presidency is confident, the congress is band together to support the war, it will be 1776 all over again, they shouted and march to the north. “We’ll hang Wellesley from a sour apple tree” they’re singing along the way, marching to the wall of firing bullets.

The British are frustrated; America is a big country after all. But they are confident that with time pass, the U.S. government will see some sense and sue for peace. Of course when peace is not reach, it makes them frustrated even more. In time, the Royal Navy begins to get bored just pounding American buildings from the sea. So, they begin this little experiment of amphibious raid. A small contingent will push to some boats, sail to the shore under the guns of the navy, march inland and do what they’re there to do, raid, and come back when they face too much resistant.

The results are mix. Some is good, some not. But again it’s the effect that the U.S. has to spare some troops to protect its long, devastated coast. The British ponder at this and begin to shift their eyes to the west, namely many savages.

Down south, New Orleans finally succumbed after years of British siege and raids. Ammunitions are finally run out, foods are nowhere to be found, and peoples are just too tired to repair their homes just to see it being destroyed again and again. So when the British are finally begin to march, they think that enough is enough. The British say they will let we live, the American say we must fight to the end. For the people of New Orleans, the latter sound just too demanding and selfish. So what they do? Revolt indeed!

“They did what!!!” The president scream after news of what had happened in New Orleans reach Washington D.C., the only city that still not see how the British are getting better and better at raiding. “Revolt? Revolt against United States? This is the work of the British! No one will revolt against America!!!” He screams and throws his papers to the messenger.

It’s finally 1815. The Union flags are being erected in towns deeper and deeper south of American-Canadian ‘original’ border. While down south, the British seem just satisfy enough with the control of the mouth of the Mississippi River but also content in sending more and more of smaller gunboats up the river and carrying more and more guns to the savages.

While the French ‘levee en mass’-whatever that mean- was finally introduced last year, to the grumble of the southern delegates and with more and more scream for help from the northern delegates. However, it proves no good when the masses have no guns and bullets with them. Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont and Rhode Islands are no more. Massachusetts is being overrun with western New York not far behind. Even that many states are still left, their coastlines are devastated.

Also, British raid are getting deeper and better. Washington D.C. is the standing proves of it. The city is rumor to be lit with fire for seven days and seven nights, and when the British finally withdrawn, no one bother to re-enter the city again. On the west side of the country, no one is safe in the night. Indian tribes are beginning to attack farms, barns and camps. The Americans are beginning to attack the cursed savages back, yet open another front for their own country.

With resources stretching beyond the limit, having to fight the war on all the borders, many northern states gone, economic lay in ruins, no homes or luxuries to escape from reality, Congress is beginning to break apart. Delegates argue with delegates, throwing mean and ugly words to each other and sometimes turn the ‘Philadelphia Capitol’ into a temporary boxing ring. Food riots are spreading from cities to towns.
Their spirits are slowly broken but their will remain strong. No American want to bow to George IV, at least that what the news say that what the British want them to do.

Alas, the will of good men could not survive the terrible strain of war. The final blow comes in the spring rain of 1815. The last capable fighting forces outside Albany are awaiting the British forces which due to arrive that day. They wait and wait and wait, in the cold rain that getting harder and harder. But no British forces are coming, not a single regiment spotted. They wait and wait with their empty stomachs, their coat soaked and their bodies shaken. At dawn, the rain stop and one private find his comrade lay death beside him, in their tent. The two are friend from Virginia, growing together, fighting together, survive together, and hope to die together.

Not like this, the private thought. Not like this, not like this, the same word running again and again in his head. He picked his comrade’s hat up, gather his friend’s little belongings, pull out one of the shirt button, and walk out of the camp. “Where’re you going?” one of the soldier asked him. “Home” was his only answer and walking away, down south toward Virginia, and with him, the entire forces start to march back to their homes.

With their forces and their will broken, the American is at the mercy of the British. The president resigns, leaving the new president to meet the British, who are awaiting him in Canada. The 1816 Treaty of Halifax marks the end of the United States power. The Union still hold but weaker and with scars and delegates end up hating each other.

The British will not re-annex America, the Treaty assured, but bar the United States from expanding beyond the pre-1812 border. Terminate the Louisiana Purchase. Limit the United States the size of her army. Forbid her to have any standing navy. Adjust some border, namely northern Maine. Pay reparation for her crimes in Canada.

The British are happy, the war is finally over, but its 1815 and news from Waterloo is finally reaching London.

[M.Passit]

The premise for the background for the Another USA ISOT Story.

Prondly present. 'The Pink Universe'


1.The Dieing Eagle

What is happening in America? If you ask that question in 1812, there will be only one answer. WAR. The Anglo-American War of 1812 was happened because of a number of reasons, but that is for historians to argue, so let’s focus only on what is happening there.

For years, relation between the newborn lady called Liberty and her arrogant mother is not improved much. It is known that women have the ability to hold grudge and in 1812 it was an old grudge between the lady Liberty and the goddess Britannia that was blown into an ugly fight. At first, both sides are reluctant to fight to the end. Britain is occupied elsewhere, namely Europe and a man with the name of Napoleon.
The young United States is not keen on fighting a war, not many of her states are willing to pay flesh and blood for some unclear course. Then, for unknown reason, some towns in Canada are burned to the ground and lots of population got slaughtered. Red is painted on the snow in that cold winter of Canada in 1812.

When news reach Britain, the reaction is certainly predictable. The bells are ringed, the drum beat is heard and Westminster is filled with outraged politicians backed by outraged population. To purchase some territory from their enemy is one thing, to kill their siblings is whole another. And lest they do something, they will be out of office. Decision is made. Kill them or let them kill us.

So, what so far was a fight of nails and words is turn into a war of vengeance. Enormous troops are raised and Royal Navy is ready to teach the American mongrels a lesson, namely how port city will look like if it was pound by canons.

The U.S. government is not happy at this. It’s mean that fighting will be harder. Canada is now a trouble, not that it never been a trouble before. While fighting against little numbers of British contingents proved to be a success, fighting the outrageous population who are keen to defend their lives and push out the neo Mongols is another. Which mean many young Americans will died by ambush and ambush and ambush. Something that missing from the U.S. Army is that it never thinks of the way to counter what they’ve done to the British in 1776.

When the Royal Navy arrived, the little U.S. Navy is fight with vigor and tenacity but the little U.S. Navy is that, little. So, what happened to the U.S. Navy in the Bay of Boston in 1812? Something that was ships is reduced to piles of woods and bodies floating on the water while the mighty Royal Navy pound Boston to ruins. So, through out the war, the Royal Navy can roam the sea at will.

The beginning of 1813 we saw the British ruled the sea completely, which mean that the Royal Navy will set up a blockade decided to ruin the U.S. economy and raid many port cities at ease and will. In time, New York and Charleston will meet the same fate as Boston, and when the major port cities were nothing but a pile of bricks and burning woods, followed the small coastal towns and fishing communities.

On the land, the matter is different. While the ships are no more, America still have population, population that could fitted in uniform. Fighting in Canada is fierce, with heavy casualty on both sides. Through out 1813 both sides move like pieces on chessboard. Britain make a move here, America make a move there, with no one gain any decisive advantage in any battles, but winter come and constant raids of American coast by Royal Navy meant that the coastal areas are abandoned and lay devastated. This also meant that the country sides and farms will pack with refugees; hungry refugees that need food to fill their stomachs, and thus, the supply situation for American troops in Canada are definitely not so good.

1814 come and we see the tide start to turn. With reinforcements keep coming from Britain, finally, the hungry and tired American troops are shattered and push out of Canada. Now British forces start to move into American territory, chasing a group of unorganized retreating troops and fleeing population in the process.

Of course, the bell of liberty is heard again in Philadelphia. American people will not let the British put us back under their boots, they say. Militias are called up, again, though now that all states seem to be more willing to fight. The presidency is confident, the congress is band together to support the war, it will be 1776 all over again, they shouted and march to the north. “We’ll hang Wellesley from a sour apple tree” they’re singing along the way, marching to the wall of firing bullets.

The British are frustrated; America is a big country after all. But they are confident that with time pass, the U.S. government will see some sense and sue for peace. Of course when peace is not reach, it makes them frustrated even more. In time, the Royal Navy begins to get bored just pounding American buildings from the sea. So, they begin this little experiment of amphibious raid. A small contingent will push to some boats, sail to the shore under the guns of the navy, march inland and do what they’re there to do, raid, and come back when they face too much resistant.

The results are mix. Some is good, some not. But again it’s the effect that the U.S. has to spare some troops to protect its long, devastated coast. The British ponder at this and begin to shift their eyes to the west, namely many savages.

Down south, New Orleans finally succumbed after years of British siege and raids. Ammunitions are finally run out, foods are nowhere to be found, and peoples are just too tired to repair their homes just to see it being destroyed again and again. So when the British are finally begin to march, they think that enough is enough. The British say they will let we live, the American say we must fight to the end. For the people of New Orleans, the latter sound just too demanding and selfish. So what they do? Revolt indeed!

“They did what!!!” The president scream after news of what had happened in New Orleans reach Washington D.C., the only city that still not see how the British are getting better and better at raiding. “Revolt? Revolt against United States? This is the work of the British! No one will revolt against America!!!” He screams and throws his papers to the messenger.

It’s finally 1815. The Union flags are being erected in towns deeper and deeper south of American-Canadian ‘original’ border. While down south, the British seem just satisfy enough with the control of the mouth of the Mississippi River but also content in sending more and more of smaller gunboats up the river and carrying more and more guns to the savages.

While the French ‘levee en mass’-whatever that mean- was finally introduced last year, to the grumble of the southern delegates and with more and more scream for help from the northern delegates. However, it proves no good when the masses have no guns and bullets with them. Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont and Rhode Islands are no more. Massachusetts is being overrun with western New York not far behind. Even that many states are still left, their coastlines are devastated.

Also, British raid are getting deeper and better. Washington D.C. is the standing proves of it. The city is rumor to be lit with fire for seven days and seven nights, and when the British finally withdrawn, no one bother to re-enter the city again. On the west side of the country, no one is safe in the night. Indian tribes are beginning to attack farms, barns and camps. The Americans are beginning to attack the cursed savages back, yet open another front for their own country.

With resources stretching beyond the limit, having to fight the war on all the borders, many northern states gone, economic lay in ruins, no homes or luxuries to escape from reality, Congress is beginning to break apart. Delegates argue with delegates, throwing mean and ugly words to each other and sometimes turn the ‘Philadelphia Capitol’ into a temporary boxing ring. Food riots are spreading from cities to towns.
Their spirits are slowly broken but their will remain strong. No American want to bow to George IV, at least that what the news say that what the British want them to do.

Alas, the will of good men could not survive the terrible strain of war. The final blow comes in the spring rain of 1815. The last capable fighting forces outside Albany are awaiting the British forces which due to arrive that day. They wait and wait and wait, in the cold rain that getting harder and harder. But no British forces are coming, not a single regiment spotted. They wait and wait with their empty stomachs, their coat soaked and their bodies shaken. At dawn, the rain stop and one private find his comrade lay death beside him, in their tent. The two are friend from Virginia, growing together, fighting together, survive together, and hope to die together.

Not like this, the private thought. Not like this, not like this, the same word running again and again in his head. He picked his comrade’s hat up, gather his friend’s little belongings, pull out one of the shirt button, and walk out of the camp. “Where’re you going?” one of the soldier asked him. “Home” was his only answer and walking away, down south toward Virginia, and with him, the entire forces start to march back to their homes.

With their forces and their will broken, the American is at the mercy of the British. The president resigns, leaving the new president to meet the British, who are awaiting him in Canada. The 1816 Treaty of Halifax marks the end of the United States power. The Union still hold but weaker and with scars and delegates end up hating each other.

The British will not re-annex America, the Treaty assured, but bar the United States from expanding beyond the pre-1812 border. Terminate the Louisiana Purchase. Limit the United States the size of her army. Forbid her to have any standing navy. Adjust some border, namely northern Maine. Pay reparation for her crimes in Canada.

The British are happy, the war is finally over, but its 1815 and news from Waterloo is finally reaching London.