Nocrazy
Banned
Honolulu, Hawaii
Bob Carson stared at the Idaho. He sighed, and leaned forward, taking another swig of his beer. It was late, and no one else was around. He could still see the scorch marks on the guns. His ship was the best ship to have escaped from the encounter with Japan, and now was the strongest ship America had in Hawaii. The Japanese were....
Bloody unbeatable, he thought. The Japanese battle plan had been brilliant. When they had split up, he thought it was some kind of massive encirclement plan. Instead, it had been a trap. While most of the fleet went after the ships on the flanks, the Japanese in the middle had charged them head on, splitting the American fleet in two. From there, it had been a massacre. Carson had barely managed to get the Idaho out of it. From what he knew, only five other ships had escaped. Now, it would only be a matter of time before the Japanese landed troops. And the Germans wouldn't be far behind.
I'm such an idiot, he thought. If he had stayed in the center of the fleet.....
He shook his head. There was nothing to do about that. Right now, he was the highest ranking officer in the US's Hawaiian Fleet, and thus, overall commander. What a way to become an admiral, uh?
"Admiral Carson!"
Bob snapped back to reality, and looked around for who had called him. It was then he spotted someone walking towards him.
The man was on the large size, and was dressed in naval uniform. He stopped in front of Carson, and saluted.
"General Ford has requested that your presence, sir."
Carson blinked. The General wasn't an agreeable man's but...
Carson sighed, and started walking.
"Where can I find him?", he asked.
"He should be at HQ, Sir," the man replied.
Carson nodded. Whatever that man wanted, he would have to obliged him.
Maybe there's some good news....
Palm Springs, California
Timothy Hoover cleaned his nose. His Springfield rested by his leg, and his uniform hung slightly loose. The trench he was sitting in had been hastily dug about a week ago. From what he knew, it was still being dug.
He sighed. 30,000 American regular troops were defending Palm Springs, along with some 10,000 National Guard, and the local militia. From what everyone had heard so far, there were over 100,000 Germans advancing on Palm Springs. Sure, there was some people resisting their advance, but that was mainly National Guardsmen. And they weren't as strong as the reguakr army. It wouldn't be long now....
Timothy stood up, and grabbed his Springfield. He made his way down the trench, bored. He had joined up about a month before the Germans attacked. It was now two weeks since that had happened. From what he knew, the Germans were halfway to Corpus Christi, and the Japanese had attacked Hawaii about three days ago. The Austrians, Spanish, and Italians had sent troops, and they would be here soon. How they would fair, though, would be debatable. Brazil and Canada had yet to honour the alliance. It was bleak for America.
But he would be damned if America would lose this war. He had voted for Roosevelt because he knew that he was what America needed right now.
Timothy found himself at the back of trench now. The paperboy would be delivering the local newspaper soon, and that would make for a change. He sat down, and waited.
He didn't have to wait long. The paperboy arrived sooner then he normally did. He was out of breath. Timothy got up, and grabbed a paper. He sat down, and read the front page.
He stopped. The headline was massive, and was eye catching. It said something that America had been waiting for:
Canada and Brazil honour the Alliance of the Americas at last!
Timothy kept reading. The rest for the story detailed how the Americas Alliance had finally been put to work, with the Canadians promising to send troops to the Americans, and the Brazilian navy was moving into the Caribbean. No one knew what the Germans had to say about it, but it looked like things would finally look up for America.
He turned the page, and read the other stories. But he felt something inside him. Something he, and the rest of the American peolple, needed, even if he didn't know it: hope.
Bob Carson stared at the Idaho. He sighed, and leaned forward, taking another swig of his beer. It was late, and no one else was around. He could still see the scorch marks on the guns. His ship was the best ship to have escaped from the encounter with Japan, and now was the strongest ship America had in Hawaii. The Japanese were....
Bloody unbeatable, he thought. The Japanese battle plan had been brilliant. When they had split up, he thought it was some kind of massive encirclement plan. Instead, it had been a trap. While most of the fleet went after the ships on the flanks, the Japanese in the middle had charged them head on, splitting the American fleet in two. From there, it had been a massacre. Carson had barely managed to get the Idaho out of it. From what he knew, only five other ships had escaped. Now, it would only be a matter of time before the Japanese landed troops. And the Germans wouldn't be far behind.
I'm such an idiot, he thought. If he had stayed in the center of the fleet.....
He shook his head. There was nothing to do about that. Right now, he was the highest ranking officer in the US's Hawaiian Fleet, and thus, overall commander. What a way to become an admiral, uh?
"Admiral Carson!"
Bob snapped back to reality, and looked around for who had called him. It was then he spotted someone walking towards him.
The man was on the large size, and was dressed in naval uniform. He stopped in front of Carson, and saluted.
"General Ford has requested that your presence, sir."
Carson blinked. The General wasn't an agreeable man's but...
Carson sighed, and started walking.
"Where can I find him?", he asked.
"He should be at HQ, Sir," the man replied.
Carson nodded. Whatever that man wanted, he would have to obliged him.
Maybe there's some good news....
Palm Springs, California
Timothy Hoover cleaned his nose. His Springfield rested by his leg, and his uniform hung slightly loose. The trench he was sitting in had been hastily dug about a week ago. From what he knew, it was still being dug.
He sighed. 30,000 American regular troops were defending Palm Springs, along with some 10,000 National Guard, and the local militia. From what everyone had heard so far, there were over 100,000 Germans advancing on Palm Springs. Sure, there was some people resisting their advance, but that was mainly National Guardsmen. And they weren't as strong as the reguakr army. It wouldn't be long now....
Timothy stood up, and grabbed his Springfield. He made his way down the trench, bored. He had joined up about a month before the Germans attacked. It was now two weeks since that had happened. From what he knew, the Germans were halfway to Corpus Christi, and the Japanese had attacked Hawaii about three days ago. The Austrians, Spanish, and Italians had sent troops, and they would be here soon. How they would fair, though, would be debatable. Brazil and Canada had yet to honour the alliance. It was bleak for America.
But he would be damned if America would lose this war. He had voted for Roosevelt because he knew that he was what America needed right now.
Timothy found himself at the back of trench now. The paperboy would be delivering the local newspaper soon, and that would make for a change. He sat down, and waited.
He didn't have to wait long. The paperboy arrived sooner then he normally did. He was out of breath. Timothy got up, and grabbed a paper. He sat down, and read the front page.
He stopped. The headline was massive, and was eye catching. It said something that America had been waiting for:
Canada and Brazil honour the Alliance of the Americas at last!
Timothy kept reading. The rest for the story detailed how the Americas Alliance had finally been put to work, with the Canadians promising to send troops to the Americans, and the Brazilian navy was moving into the Caribbean. No one knew what the Germans had to say about it, but it looked like things would finally look up for America.
He turned the page, and read the other stories. But he felt something inside him. Something he, and the rest of the American peolple, needed, even if he didn't know it: hope.