A Shift in Priorities

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We have, in fact, two kinds of morality side by side: one which we preach but do not practise, and another which we practise but seldom preach.
(Bertrand Russell)

Thelma Catherine Brown, who had assumed the showbiz name Vivian Adams two years ago after her twenty-first birthday, was one of the three wannabe starlets embroiled in the Middle Africans’ escape from San Nicolas Island. Having been hijacked by the black submariners had fundamentally changed her life.

While all three young women, neatly drugged and quite tipsy, had offered no resistance to the Negroes’ sexual assault, it had been solely Vivian who had actively co-operated. Ripped as she had been, the powerful organs of the sailors had pushed her from orgasm to orgasm – until she eventually had fainted…

After arrival at Ensenada, the girls had been handed over to the Mexican police. – As it had turned out, Mexican policemen had quite the same idea what to do with sexy luscious Gringas as Middle African submariners. Kept foggy-brained by more drugs and alcohol, the young women had been compelled to satisfy the desires of their ‘guardians’ – until these had become tired of them and had sold them to local whoremasters.

Finally, Vivian had been liberated by US soldiers advancing into Baja California and been repatriated to Los Angeles. Some journalists had interviewed her and bought her story. The tabloids subsequently had presented her as pitiable victim of Middle African bestiality and Mexican vice.

Unfortunately, Molly and Jane, the two other victims, had been liberated as well some days later. And in their media narratives, Vivian had vociferously clamoured the submariners to hump her again and again…
Now, screwing around was quite normal for a girl that wanted to become a film star in Hollywood; ingesting drugs also was bon ton in the Beverly Hills party scene; but fornicating with Negroes was quite a horse of another colour…

Having been outed as a nigger broad, Vivian’s movie career had ended before it really could start. A clever girl would have moved away – to the East Coast or the Great Lakes; Vivian had chosen the black ghetto – and had ended up as white bed bunny of Claude Baker Jr.

Lying on the bed naked, smoking a joint and sipping sweet liquor, Vivian watched Claude pace up and down in front of the window. His performance today had been disappointing, he seemed to be nervous and distracted.
“What’s up? What’s bothering you, honey?” she already had asked several times, but his only reply had been muttered curses so far.

Emptying her glass, Vivian rose from the bed and went over to Claude. His customary masculine smell today was daubed by cold sweat.
“Now, darling, stop running around like a tiger in his cage – and tell me what’s up!”
Instinctively, Claude snarled at her, but then he nodded and sat down.
“These US Army shitheads are blocking our drug supply. They have ousted the traders we used to deal with in Tijuana; our customers are pissed – and the big boss has tasked me to find another way of trafficking the stuff… – But I’ve no clue how that can be done. – These uniformed idiots expel the Mexes everywhere…”

“That’s goosy!” exclaimed Vivian, looking deploringly at the joint she held with two fingers. Then, by chance, her intoxicated brain remembered what one of the Mexican policemen had told her in poor English.
“You know, honey, the US Navy is blockading the Mexican coast. But they do not control the small fishing vessels. There are too many of them – and they’re generally too small to carry arms or ammo. That’s how the Colombians smuggle cocaine to Mexico. – They come north with a fast high seas yacht on the open ocean, hand the stuff over to the ‘fishermen’ in exchange for bucks; and the ‘fishermen’ then bring it home under the eyes of the US Navy.”

Vivian saw Claude’s eyes light up.
“That might work” he murmured “customs does not control fishing vessels. And I’m sure the boss can get a yacht for the job. – Yeah, that’s really great, sweetie! Excellent idea!”
He jumped up, grabbed the phone, dialled, and asked for a connection.

Smiling, Vivian went over to the bedside table, dropped the smoked reefer into the ashtray and refilled her glass. After imbibing an ample slug, she returned to Claude, who was talking excitedly into the mouthpiece. Gently stroking and kneading, she handled his dick until it became rigid and bulky. Then she knelt down and delivered a teasing blowjob until Claude became edgy and started poking vigorously into her mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you crazy, you horny bitch, but first let me finish this phone call.” he exclaimed, pressing his palm to the mouthpiece. “Damn, you can make a man lose his marbles. I promise, I’ll screw you until you go completely froot loops!”
 
Sweet!

I am imagining riots when the grunts see an unfavorable movie about them, but odds are they'd find something else to riot about if there were no movie, so...

Britain's presence on that list is interesting. I suppose if the government's taking a strong interest in cinema it might be something of a junior high version of the Soviet model. Plus they did benefit heavily from the first round of Hollywood refugees.

That second tier is intriguing, and definitely provides some food for thought. The only one not on there that came out of WWI doing gangbusters was Sweden, but with the earlier introduction of sound I can see them petering off. Basically the same venerable, solid formula as IOTL; a model for all other "national" cinemas around the world: provide a steady flow of local products to make your citizens cheer and produce a few "prestige pictures" a year to flog on the world market.

It's a little surprising not to see East Asia represented at all. The Japanese were fairly well established pre-POD. The Chinese lagged behind. It took a pretty big infusion of American capital to get the Chinese up and running in the 1920s IOTL. If that occurred ITTL, the investment will have probably paid off. If it did not, the Japanese will probably have at least one area wherein they're unquestionably pulling China's strings. The Japanese might even be the financial backers of a lot of other (smaller) Asian film industries.

The summary of the US situation seems completely plausible. I wouldn't expect all American films to suddenly become more racist than they were IOTL, and I wouldn't expect racism to be omnipresent. Positive depictions of certain behaviors and characteristics are generally more the order of the day. This reading will be there for anyone who cares to notice it, but incidental for anyone who cares to ignore it. That's the way it was IOTL Hollywood for decades, and incidentally in Nazi productions (setting aside documentaries.) It took the Soviets to create an overtly racist/classist/bigoted/poisonously-nationalist narrative cinema (that still had a lot of undeniably first-rate productions.)
 
¡ Hi ! ¡ SWEET !:D.

Thanks for the Hollywood update:cool:, in anyway, what smart, brillant and intelligent idea, creating two versions of the same movie. And i liked that movie´s industry are generating big money and resources:D. And because censorship are " eliminated " the movies maybe it be better:), and yep, i supose for how to say, balance, equilibrium the religious movies it be very popular, and i supose that a lot of ordinary common citizens it be going in sundays to see that class of movies, but in friday, well...:rolleyes:. Another sad sucess is the how to say the hidden, ocult discrimination of the movies of that era:(, but in short: the movie´s world are going in a way of prosperity and hope:cool:.

About Vivian, what hard life she suffer, and i supose, feel that maybe and say maybe she became a high female mobster:D. And now the drugs will enter more easy to América, and the fisher´s boats float it be working for the drugs lords:eek:, another blow for the american society and economy, because for start less taxes for the american goverment and less cheap fish´s food in the american´s houses.

Peace, good night and good luck:).
 
There are no facts, only interpretations.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

With slight aversion, Charkaz Lomidze smelled the sour odour emanating from her boss. He had attended one of the infamous German beer calls yesterday evening, and was suffering from a severe hangover this morning. His face was puffy, his hairs were sweaty – and his voice was raspish, a result of too much drunken singing.
“You should not be here, Sepp.” she whispered. “This is a dangerous job; and you’re not fit for it today. – You better retire, and let me do the job.”

But Sepp Dietrich wouldn’t heed her advice.
“Rubbish!” he croaked. “I’m all right. – He who wants to booze must also be able to bear the consequences. – Damn, this is too important to miss it.”
‘You idiot!’ thought Charkaz. ‘You’ll spoil it in the crapulous shape you’re in.’ But aloud she only said: “Okay, you’re the boss, Sepp; you must know.”

Eliso, who had been scanning the street with binoculars, made a hand signal. Sepp and Charkaz moved over to her. “They’re coming.” she said. “The green car!”
A green sedan was approaching from downtown and finally manoeuvring into a parking space. Two men exited the vehicle, while the driver remained seated and the engine running.

The two men went over to the street café opposite Eliso’s observation position – and sat down at a table already taken by an elegant lady.
“Okay, let’s get ready!” croaked Sepp, pushing a round into the chamber of his Bergmann-31 submachine gun. “Eliso?”
“Not yet. – They’re only talking.” reported Eliso. “Ah, there’s the money – and here comes a capsule. – Positive!”
“Seizure!” barked Sepp and stormed out of the room, followed by Charkaz and Imeda.

EVEG security! Don’t move!” roared Sepp, rapidly approaching the table, weapon at the ready. Charkaz cursed because he obscured her line of fire – and Imeda’s as well, who was now scrambling to the right.
A shot rang, followed by several more. Sepp fell down. Panic spread among the visitors of the street café. The sedan darted out of the parking space, but braked down again with screeching tires when Eliso stepped out of the door, pointing an MG 28 at it.

One of the men had attacked, while his companion and the elegant lady had tried to escape via the building housing the café – only to be stopped and seized by the second half of Sepp’s squad.
The attacker was dead; Sepp had been hit in the abdomen and was moaning pathetically.

Sighing, Charkaz took over and began marshalling the chaos. – About one hour later, she reported to Sepp’s superior, Herrn Gregor Strasser.
“We’ve got no confessions yet, Sir. – The two men, whom we believe to be Russian agents, refuse to talk. – And Doctor Fatma Teymurzadeh says she was only drinking a cup of coffee, when the two men vexed her. She can’t explain how 50,000 Mark came into her handbag and claims the pesterers must have fabricated this. Nor can she explain how a role of film showing the most recent geological survey data from the Kazakh Republic, the Emirate of Bokhara and the Khanate of Kokand came into possession of the men.”

“Irrelevant!” stated Strasser. “We’re not the department of public prosecution. – The two guys have the choice to talk and live – or keep silent and perish. – Doctor Teymurzadeh shall be transported to our detention facility at Tkvarceli; I think the people there will be able to skim her knowledge. – Herr Dietrich is still being treated in the surgical suite, but the physicians think he’ll survive. – He’ll be, however, reconvalescent for a long time – and possibly unfit for work thereafter. – Therefore, you’re promoted to his position as of now.”

Very satisfied, Charkaz returned to Sepp’s former office – now hers. Looking around, she decided that Sepp’s souvenirs should vanish in a cardboard box. And aeration was required…
There was an enquiry sheet lying on the desk. The Tblisi police department requested information about the incident at the street café. – For Sepp that would have meant an occasion to walk over and imbibe some Schnaps with his friends of the police. Perhaps it would provide a good opportunity to introduce herself as Sepp’s successor. The cops certainly would be surprised that a Georgian woman was now in charge of the local EVEG flying squad.

After Charkaz had briefed Eliso, who was now rising to Charkaz’ former position, on Herrn Strasser’s decisions, she went home and changed dress. She wouldn’t have a booze with the cops, but some makeup, a neat dress, nylons and high heels should nevertheless make her a guest always welcome. After all, it was convenient to have the police turn a blind eye on her squad’s operations…
 
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Why do you pity Vivian, nerd? I find her final fate as a drug addicted cock monger shacked up with some random gangster to be fucking hilarious.

Trying to profit off a bullshit story about her being used and abused in the same way as her companions, when she was an eager participant and probably didn't give two shits about the other girls and whether they wanted to be fucked . . . That it bit her in the ass, ruining her shot at as a movie star when they told the media what really happened, was pretty damn good.

Sure, almost certainly motivated by racism, but even in a non-racist society I think she should be denied the right to profit off of that "adventure".
 
¡ Hi ! to Shogo: as for myself, i can acept that you idea maybe is the true:cool:, because sometimes i am so naive:eek:, in anyway i suspect that is not the last will it be hear about Vivian´s life in the mobster world;):D.

Peace:).
 
If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
(Jean-Paul Sartre)

With compassion, General Gaston Billotte looked at Colonel José Félix Estigarribia, the Paraguayan commander-in-chief. He could imagine how the man felt; after all, he had already tasted defeat: In May 1918, when the Entente had lost the Great War, he had been commanding an infantry regiment. He very well remembered the appalling flurry of news and events: The shock of the initial German breakthrough, the fierce Battle of Arras, the sacking of the British Expeditionary Force in the Pas-de-Calais, the defection of the treacherous Belgians, the fall of Verdun, the armistice, the Treaty of Eindhoven…

Today, it was Paraguay that had been defeated. There was no use in denying that fact; the armed forces of the small country had been overrun by the much stronger forces of Bolivia. The Bolivians had won the west bank of River Paraguay from the border to Brazil in the north down to the border to Argentina in the south – and the soldiers of the Paraguayan Army were either dead or prisoners of war; only a trickle of them had made it to the east bank of the river.

The Bolivians had offered an armistice. That was why the small Paraguayan delegation, led by Colonel Estigarribia and accompanied by Billotte, had crossed the river in the early morning of May 12th, 1933. Bolivian infantry men in soiled fatigues were escorting them to a tent, which had been erected on a small hill top.

Although wearing Bolivian uniform, Colonel Schörner was easily identifiable by the Prussian Pour-le-Mérite dangling at his throat, and the Iron Cross first class plus a silver Wound Badge displayed on his left chest. So, this was the man, who had driven the Bolivians forward to victory. Although several Bolivian generals were present, it was clear to everyone that Schörner was dominating the scene.

Schörner, looking stern, greeted every Paraguayan and Billotte with a firm clasp of hands. Billotte, he addressed: “Bon jour, mon Général, je suis heureux de vous connaître.” – although he didn’t look happy at all. Billotte had the impression that the Bavarian was one of those characters who went hiding in the basement when forced to laugh.

Bolivian orderlies were serving glasses filled with chilled water, some fruits had been arranged on a table in the corner. Otherwise, the tent was empty – except for a long table and two wooden benches.

“Okay, gentlemen, let’s do business!” exclaimed Schörner, after having finished his greeting tour, and pointed to the table. “Please, sit down, Paraguayans on the left, Bolivians on the right.”

Billotte was amazed to hear the Bolivian terms. Of course, they had conquered all the disputed terrain and had already captured all heavy weapons of their enemies – and taken prisoner their surviving soldiers, therefore one hadn’t expected grave demands. But the Bolivians seemed to be literally anxious to get rid of their prisoners again. The Paraguayans were to establish four river crossing points in operation twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week in order to shuttle released prisoners of war to the east bank. – Obviously, they did not aim at using these prisoners as bargaining chips in the negotiations for a peace treaty.

After the armistice had been signed, more chilled water was served – and cigars were offered. Billotte took the opportunity to converse with Schörner.
“Let me congratulate you to your achievements, Colonel. – Quite impressive how your forces breached our lines repeatedly…”
“In the absence of forceful artillery, there’s nothing that can stop a determined advance of the infantry. That’s what I taught the Bolivians. You hardly had any guns; so, how should you have managed stopping our advancing columns?”
“Well, we had mortars and machine guns – and we had mines to stop your tanks.”
“Ah, the tanks! – We lost some to your mines, but most of them to technical bugs. Those repaired we use now – without turrets – to bring forward supplies; the most sensible employment for these mechanical monsters. – Mortars can be effective, but not when employed individually. You need at least a battery to produce some impact. Single mortars are nice for harassing the enemy in trench warfare, but useless in a war of movement. – And machine guns, the troops must learn to avoid. Just infiltrate where no machine gun can engage you – and let the enemy machine gunners rot in their position – or eliminate them with a hand grenade from behind.”

“How did you nourish your troops in the Chaco? – I had expected your advance to stall quickly when your soldiers would run out of water.”
“Assault kit is three canteens filled with water and a breadbag containing the iron ration, nothing else. Keep the troopers travelling light – and tell them to feed from the enemy’s supplies…”

“And how to you manage to nourish your troops now that they are dispersed all over the terrain?”
Schörner looked sour.
“Yeah, that’s a big problem – and also the reason why we’re so eager to hand back the prisoners of war; even after mobilising the last lama for hauling goods we’re experiencing troubles with replenishment. I have already turned the Air Force to dropping supplies. The quicker we can get rid of the prisoners the better…”
 
The will to conquer is the first condition of victory.
(Ferdinand Foch)

The Mexican offensive in the second half of May 1933, conducted by men equipped with gas masks and trained to use them, turned out to be a success beyond expectation. Tuxpam was liberated on May 15th, San Luis Potosi on May 18th, and Tampico on May 26th. On June 4th, Saltillo, only 50 kilometres to the southwest of Monterrey fell to the Ejército Nacional de Liberación. But then, stiffening US resistance stopped all further advance.

The German Panzerfäuste turned out to be versatile weapons. They had a maximum range of 250 metres and could fire three types of warheads: shaped charges for anti-tank work, fragmentation charges for taking out soft targets, and blast charges for neutralising field positions and buildings.

The Mexicans had also received numerous mortars and mountain guns, which could quickly be disassembled and transported by pack animals, providing them with a respectable artilleristic punch – as long as they could shuttle in sufficient ordnance.

La Cuadrilla Europea had grown to el Grupo Europeo, fielding more than sixty planes manned by volunteers, mainly Germans, but also some Italians, Belgians, and Spaniards. In addition, the Mexicans employed three fighter wings piloted by indigene personnel.

However, by mid-June, three new US army corps were arriving, plus a number of additional artillery regiments. With now nine corps in line, the US Army still was grossly overextended, but nevertheless much more solid than before. – In addition, it was observed that the Yanquis had commenced expulsing the population in Coahuila, Nuevo León and Tamaulipas as well.

For the time being, the Gringos seemed to be content holding their positions, which ran from Cabo Tepoca on the Gulf of California to the city of Chihuahua, on to Monclova, Monterrey and San Fernando on the Gulf of Mexico.
They were still busy ousting Mexicans from the occupied territories – and obviously waiting for more reinforcements to arrive.

The US Air Force was still suffering from having given away so many precious specialists to the ill-fated rifle regiments; nevertheless, they managed to bomb vital rail installations and Mexico City almost every night. Bombing Veracruz had, however, been discontinued – losses in aircraft and crew had become too high for the still limited capacity of the US Bomber Command.

Neither President Lázaro Cárdenas nor General Genovevo de la O, the chief of staff of the Ejército Nacional de Liberación, had any illusions about Mexico’s long-term capability to withstand a full scale US invasion. Even if the supply convoys from Europe continued to arrive in all eternity – which most probably would not be the case – Mexico stood no chance to counter the full weight of the rapidly growing US forces.

The peace feelers put out by Señor Emil Georg von Stauß of the German EVEG had not produced any notable results yet; in fact, the McAdoo administration seemed to be happy leading the nation into a major war effort, they certainly were not interested in making peace so soon.
Unfortunately, the opposition in Congress – the Republicans – were supporting this policy because the Europeans under German leadership were challenging the Monroe Doctrine and the Roosevelt Corollary.

General Plutarco Elías Calles, in the meanwhile, was combining his two jobs by turning every able-bodied refugee between the age of fourteen and forty, no matter whether male or female, into a soldier.
“If you want your home back, you have to fight for it.” was his motto.

Thus, the Ejército Nacional de Liberación – by mid-July 1933 – outnumbered the opposing US forces by a factor of four in terms of manpower.Obviously, the only way to achieve something was to drive back the invader over the border in the hope that such a resounding defeat would lead to important changes in Washington.

Diligently, the Mexican commanders were preparing for the big offensive, which was scheduled to start on July 20th.
 
With discipline in the US forces fading, and the numerical superiority, the Mexicans might achieve quite some impressive results. But would it be enough to convince the US of peace? A large-scale Mexican attack allows for the reintroduction of conscription, which solves the economic problems over the short-term - quite compelling for a government.
 
I know this is ASB, but America should create a buffer nation in northern Mexico. A country who, from their inception, have it in their national character to coexist with the Mexicans. That way the US has "acceptable" neighbors on both borders and we can end this war.

Obviously an utterly un-just solution for the Mexicans, but better than an eternity as America's battered spouse.
 
If they can get enough push to push them out of mexico, then the mexicans could go one step further and cross the the border into the us.
at that point the us probably would be willing to talk about peace, of course it will mean the political end of Mcadoo
 
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Eh, I severely doubt they can push them out. Let alone do so to the extent that they push beyond the border. (And if they did I'd consider it to be an epic display of bullshit.)

This planned offensive reeks of desperation. And why shouldn't it? Not even Mexico's leaders think they can actually win, even with European support. (Apparently even if Europe never stopped giving support.)

It's all about trying to see if they can get America to negotiate before America finishes bulking up it's army/evicting people from the eviction zones.

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And while the Mexicans have a numbers advantage . . . I'm going to imagine that a LOT of their numbers are made up of poorly trained fighters that may as well be untrained civilians. (They're basically giving anyone who can hold a gun a gun . . . Which I'm pretty sure is never a good sign.)
 
Actually the visual i had was something like how the Iranians acted in the Iran-Iraq wars. Sending masses of barely trained conscripts into the battlefield (but also into minefields) just to flood the enemy. Was wondering if the Mexicans would try something like that.
 
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McAdoo will not allow mexican forces to occupy one inch of american soil because that would be tanamount to a "barbarian invasion" (according to the administration and the heavy propagandized american public)

Mexican forces will occupy about 70% of Mexico, and will prepare for the final push to the american border. However they wont make it to the border. Mcadoo and the generals will order one final battle royale (aka one final victory) so america can begin peace negotiations without looking like it has lost the war.

Here's a map of what I believe the post war U.S/Mexico border will be. The black outlined area will be annexed to U.S.A. The area outlined in Red area is the "new" Mexico. The area covered by the green lines is the DMZ. I have them only covering mexican territory because I cant imagine america signing a treaty that limits troop movements within its own borders.

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Are the Americans actually doing anything with the conquered areas?
Are they flooding them with settlers/colonists or are the soldiers just guarding huge tracks of unoccupied land?
 
¡ Hi ! ¡ AMAZING !:eek::D:cool:.

As for myself, i liked that Charkaz Lomidze character, a wise brave woman who comand her own life and destiny:cool:, but for other part she works for the freaking scary EVEG:eek:, and i wonder how high will come in that company, ¡ wait ! maybe she became in some decades the security´s boss for that company, will see...

Finnally is over the paraguayan-Bolivian war, and what a surprise Bolivia finnally it be having a road to the sea:eek:, this is a gigantic " butterfly " in the latinoamerican history, belive me: a rich Bolivia:eek:. And maybe now Paraguay and Bolivian can it be economic partners;). The dark side of this victory is that because Bolivia now it be having acess to the sea, wll.. let say that the coca market and the problems that it be creating as drug users, in some decades now how to say, it be really gigantic, epic;):eek::(.
 
About México, what a epic confrontation, for one part the best mexican president of all 20 century: Cárdenas:D, for othe part one part one word: McAdoo:rolleyes:, well at least he it be having Hearst as vicepresident;).

How we define what is needed for victory in this war: a will of fight, better war machines, better generals, more fanatic, well trained troops, soldiers with less vices,etc... because in the beggining of the war was evident but now;), and the last best hope for winning as for myself i think that was Patton before he quit.

And don´t forget what want Cárdenas, Calles, Genovevo de La O, not Texas, or some trial to McAdoo, or war indenmizations: only the same frontiers, and by the way ironically because the hard natural conditions against human living, how to say, the better hope for a secure borderline. The deep problem is that McAdoo don´t want to see the reality and he did so many promises because the southern conquest that if he acepted, maybe it be in serious political problems, a more intelligent politic will see the reality and given some consetions but McAdoo want and wish a total victory, and because this war are losening vital resources necesary for the survival of america when the big big great depresion finally blows, and who knows maybe that next july´s battle became the final spark who collapses McAdoo credibility or produces some economic meltdown by fear, will see...;):D.

Peace, good night and good luck:).
 
[FONT=&quot]Victory and defeat are each of the same price[/FONT][FONT=&quot].[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]The overall Mexican offensive, which started on July 20th, 1933, in the last half hour before dawn, caught the US armed forces quite unprepared. The American military leaders were believing that the Mexicans had already shot their bolt with the advance in May and June; that they might muster the strength for another onslaught seemed rather improbable.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Aerial reconnaissance – constantly harassed by Mexican fighters – had found no supply dumps or other indications of a looming attack.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]Busy with coaching the untried three new army corps, expulsing Mexican civilians – and fighting typhoid fever and cholera in Sonora and Chihuahua, USFIM failed to register the Mexican force build-up, which, however, manifested itself in people marching north in many small groups only. There were no artillery positions or rail heads to detect.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]General William Ruthven Smith, CinC USFIM, actually was on leave and the deputy commander, Major General James Fuller McKinley, was in charge, when the Mexican mass assault occurred. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]That the Mexicans were successful was mainly due to the fact that the US forces were grossly overextended. There simply were too many spots where infiltration was possible. In many places, the mass assaults just ended in mass casualties littering the ground; but the victorious US units soon discovered that other Mexican troops were already operating in their rear – and subsequently tried to fall back when no connection to higher HQ could be established – or other US units were seen retreating.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]The quality of the Mexican troops was quite diverging, but the commanders had made sure that the well trained units were those who infiltrated, while General Calles’ hasty trained recruits were employed to fix the Gringos in their positions. [/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]With local US commanders committing their reserves – and bypassed front line troops trying to fall back, the situation became fluid in a very short time. The nasty habit of the infiltrating Mexicans to concentrate on command posts, artillery positions and supply installations quickly added to the ensuing chaos.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]Once the conventional system – infantry defending the front line, supported by artillery in their rear – had been overcome, there was very little that commanders could do – other than try to establish the system again somewhere in the rear area. [/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]Major General McKinley, after the scale of the current mess became obvious, decided that a new defence line would be taken up fifty miles northwards. He expected the foot marching Mexicans to stop their advance after a few miles, while the motorised US troops could make a quick dash to the new positions – and would be able to combat the Mexicans, when they finally arrived, from new hastily prepared positions.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]While US brigade, divisional and corps staffs had available radio stations capable of long range transmissions, battalions and companies only had short range radio equipment at their disposal. In the rugged terrain of northern Mexico and over the large distances to be overcome this meant that many units were not able to tell their superiors where they actually were. Despatch riders, however, often were caught by the Mexicans. [/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]As many columns of motor vehicles were simultaneously trying to use the few poor roads, congestions became inevitable, as did ambushes…[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]After few hours, it became obvious that the quick dash to Major General McKinley’s new position would not happen. Some units might make it as planned, but the major part of USFIM was caught between a rock and a hard place.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]It was in fact an amorphous mix of US Americans and Mexicans that was flocking to the north. Both sides suffered from frequent friendly fire incidents, but while the US troops, under order to move as quickly as possible, were attempting to march straight ahead, the Mexicans were intent on inflicting as much damage as possible.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]By evening of July 20th, long rows of burning or already burnt out vehicles clogged the roads, while troops on foot tried to find their way through the wilderness, usually firing at everything that moved.[/FONT]
 
FUBAR indeed. The US Army has always been vulnerable to getting spammed when fighting opponents willing to disregard casualties in order to achieve victory.

When Mexicans began to be expelled from Northern Mexico it probably brought back memories of the Mexican-American War in 1840s. In his arrogance McAdoo has turned this war into a crusade for the Mexicans. If the US wasn't at war with the whole of Mexico before, it now is.
 
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