Behemoth: A path not taken

Although an evil dick with a full set seeing as you aren't allowed a 'tache in the Navy.
One of the brass bands I play in was practising 'Colonel Bogey' the other night. It's obviously affected me, as when I saw the words, "full set", I didn't immediately think of facial hair... :eek::p
 
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I wasn't thinking of a song, just jokes.
Ah, I was trying to shoe-horn a reference to his wound into that well known ditty about the rather interesting characteristics that certain members of the Nazi high command displayed (or didn't) in the gentleman's veg area...

Hitler, Goering, Himmler and Goebbels work very nicely, all being two syllables. Shaw needs some thought.
 
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Febuary, 23, 1919: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Aiko Hokkaido glanced up from her book as her train made rounded the last bend towards her home town of Vancouver. She rested her book of old English poems on her lap, leaned her head on her hand and looked out the window, as the beautiful scenery of British Columbia rushed past the train. She caught the reflection of a soldier looking at her when he thought her attentions were else where. She blushed and brushed her hair to the side as she straitened again in her seat. The man quickly looked away, his eyes looking straight ahead at the seat in front of him. Aiko giggled to herself.

The man's short blond hair and stunning blue eyes made him look the model recruiting posters that had covered the cities for years. She had seen many like him. Aiko had sent the last three years working as a nurse with the Canadian Red Cross. Her skills had won her a posting near the font lines in Flanders, and at the end of the war a letter of recommendation from her CO. With the piece of paper sitting in her pocket she would make her way to Vancouver General after she had rested. She had always wanted to work in medicine, and the war had given her all the experience she could have ever asked for.

As the train pulled into Vancouver Station she collected her bag pulling it over her shoulder. The blonde soldier held the door for her, tipping his hat as she passed. Aiko blushed again despite herself. Finally stepping onto the streets she made her way to Little Japan, her home in the city. It had been years since she had seen her mother and father. And it would be nice to sleep in her own bed again. Now that war was finally, finally over.
 
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Febuary, 28, 1919: Munich, Bavaria, Germany (Bavarian Socialist Republic)​

Diederich Bader walked through the streets of Munich, he had not been of age to join the army to defend Germany in the war. And now he was looking at the results.

Red flags flew from government buildings, check points had been set up and the Communists would stop and search people that may be against the new Government. Kurt Eisne had been shot and killed. A right win nationalist by the name of Anton Graf von Arco auf Valley had assassinated him as he gave a resignation speech. Now the man is in prison, and the Bolshevist were scrambling to remain in power.

"Du da, anhalten, wo Sie sind!" Diederich stopped sighing slightly. He had been walking with his head down and wearing a long coat. A man with a riffle in his hands and a red band tied around his arm came forward as Diederich approached the last check point before his parent's home.

"Papers please." The man said holding out a hand. Diederich searched through his pockets. Unable to find his identity papers, panic started to mount as he checked each pocket. The man with the riffle cleared his throat and repeated. "Papers please."

Just as the man started to each for Diederich's arm, he found his papers on an inside pocket. Handing them to the man before him the Communist looked them over approvingly. He nodded handing them back. "Let him pass! Let him pass!" He called back. Diederich walked through the checkpoint nodding to the two other men standing there. One was a boy near his own age that he had known from school. He hadn't ever said anything that would have lead Diederich to think he was a communist. But with the state of things after the war, people would of course be taking sides.

With out the Kaiser in Berlin. And now the creation of this "republic" things will start changing. "Maybe I should start looking into things." Diederich said aloud as he walked into his family's home. He would stop by the communists head quarters tomorrow.
 


March, 2nd, 1919: Chicago, Illinois, United States of America

John Hanson walked down the streets, his hands in his pockets his head held high looking forward down the sunny Sunday morning. He was home from the war, unlike so many others. His face darkened for a moment before he pushed the darker thoughts out of his mind. He was home, his mother and father had met him smiling and in tears at the train station. His older sister had introduced him to his twin nieces, who were already able to talk and walk. He smiled again, that was the kind of thing he had fought for. That they had been told they were fighting for.

He turned on a dime walking into 'Ol Pat's Butcher Shop. He had been coming here since we was still in his play shorts covered in dirt, his mother dragging around by his hand. "Mornin' Pat." John said leaning on the counter calling into the back. "It's Johnny Hanson. I'm here to pick up a ham for ma'." He looked around at the inside of the shop. It was exactly the same as it had been before he left, exactly the same as when he was a boy for that matter. He heard Pat walk up to the counter, but upon turning instead of being greeted by the large frame of the butcher John found himself staring at a rather thin, but strong female shape. His eyes ran up until he met with dark brown eyes set deep into a round face with black hair tide into a tight bun at the back.

"Ten cents please." The woman, who was not Pat said.

"Um, what?" John asked blinking.

"Ham for Hanson. Ten cents please." The woman asked again, the stony expression on her face unchanged.

"Where's Pat?" John asked slightly annoyed. "Pat! Pat you 'ol fat bastard! It's Johnny! Come on out!" John let out a small laugh as his eyes darted from the woman to the room she had come from. He let out a little nervous laugh again. The woman cleared her throat, now sounding annoyed herself.

"Your ham is five cents... Johnny." She put pressure on his name sticking out an up turned hand towards him.

"Where's Pat?" John asked as he handed the woman the money.

"My father died two years ago." Her words made the hair on John's neck and arms stand on their ends.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I did't know. I was in the war... and... and." He tried to explain. "I'm sorry for your loss. What, what killed him?"

"Heart break. We lost both my older brothers and my younger brother in the same week in that stupid war. Then I lost my father a month later."

John just stared. "I..."

"I have to keep this shop open for myself and my mother." Her stony face seemed to crack, for such an instant that John wasn't sure if he had seen it. "Have a nice day Mr. Hanson." She turned walking back into her office. John stood there stupidly for a moment, before turning and walking home. In much less a positive mood as he had been before.
 
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