"Rocky" William Balboa was a eccentric, somewhat mentally unstable professor of natural history at the San Antone Peoples Museum, famous for his involvement in the discovery of a number of prehistoric mammal fossils. His friend, Theodore "Bullwinkle" Jones wrote his biography, with the aforementioned mildly self congratulatory title. Though it never sold especially well in the first 10 years following its release, its tales of interactions with the then less than democratic central committee of the Texan ASSR made it a mildly popular political commentary in the late 2010's. Eventually it was added to the list of heritige novels for said ASSR following the political liberalisation of the early 2020's.
"Damn the infantry! Someone take that ridge!"
A theatre play about the misadventures of the so-called "Death Korps of Krieg" in the US-Confederate war.
First a little historical background. The Confederacy came out of the US civil war with a bad case of swollen egos, believing that it had achieved a smashing victory over the
Yankees, when in reality it had just barely managed to persuade the US that it would be too costly to continue the war. The post-war years would be increasingly hard, as the economy suffered from mismanagement and potential allies where alienated one after by other by arrogance and unrealistic demands. And so the stage was set for a rematch and a US-Confederate war was set, despite de US being reluctant to get involved in any way with their problematic neighbour, the Confederacy wanted war (hopefully a short and victorious one) and war they got.
The war would be somewhat short or at least not very long, and would be victorious, but for the US. Well, kind of, considering that the US ended up with the headaches of running ex-Confederate territories, something that they very much wished not to. The performance of the Confederate army would be much discussed and the subject of books, plays, movies and etc, being a "poor army with a rich army's ego" it would provide plenty of material for curious tales, mockery, and sheer astonishment at some of their antics.
We're talking about things like the various "Death Corps", units made up from volunteers willing to source their own weapons and uniforms and march "up north", basically local clubs going to war after a drinking night, they were played up as fearsome patriotic militias by official propaganda. In reality they had overly dramatic titles, uneven weaponry made up of scraps, private acquisitions and prototypes (sometimes taken to war by their own designers), colourful and impractical uniforms, and they managed to be a headache to both their own side and the enemy, "Pity the poor devils that will capture and have to manage this lot" a regular army officer remarked in his diary.
But the subject of this play, the "Death Korps of Krieg"?
It was small, essentially five guys united by a hard drinking night and their descent from the small community of German immigrants in the Confederacy, they went to war under the simple motto of "Krieg!" (War! Shouted in a faux-Prussian mood after too much whiskey and a little brandy too.), and they ended up serving as orderlies in the army of Virginia's meetings, without many weapons of their own and in an army without much to spare they spent the war fetching refreshments and moving the awkward and heavy terrain models that their generals loved so much.
The play is somewhat sympathetic and does a good job of showing the delusions of bellicose nationalism as the characters watch the tragedy of war unfold and realise how foolish and naive they were, as they move yet another heavy model ridge and grumble about cleaning up after yet another careless infantry officer.
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