The Stories of Carter Barrow: 1905
Carter Barrow smiled and waved at the dolphins swimming in the wake of the
USS Robert E Lee. The wind blew through his close cropped brown hair. This was the life. He had graduated from boot camp only a month ago, and here he was, serving on a torpedo destroyer ship.
USS Robert E. Lee
Carter had been assigned to man one of the Hotchkiss 6 pounder Rapid Fire guns on the port side. The other members of his gun crew were Roger Kimball and Sam Carsten. Both were strapping young men, though Kimball was much more arrogant. It was early august when Carter became curious about his ship's name.
"Who was Robert E Lee anyway?"
"He was an officer in the Anglo American War back in 1857. He was aggressive as all get out," replied Kimball.
"More importantly," started Carsten. "He was President Scott's Secretary of War, as well as for President Colfax and the first year for President Tilden until he died in 1870. I had to write a paper on him back in high school."
Carter nodded. "Ah. I'm not going to lie, I think I dozed off during that part in history class."
"What exactly did you stay awake for then?" Joked Sam.
"Lunch!" The roused a laugh from his mates.
"In all honesty, I liked the military history parts. The political parts?" He held his hand flat and twisted it back and forth. "Not so much. Where did you go to school anyway?"
"David Crockett High in Tennessee," said Kimball.
"Running Stream in New York."
"I take it you're both farm boys then?"
"Aye. I knew I would spend my whole life stuck behind a horse's behind if I didn't join the military, and the navy seemed to have the best sights. Hell, we're on our way to Havana now. Of course, everything out here gives me sunburn like no tomorrow, but it's worth it." Carsten smeared ointment on his pale nose. "What about You? Where do you hail from?"
"New Bern North Carolina originally. I'm currently living in Virginia. My family has a history of military service going back to the Disaster of 1812 at least. I figured I could join and keep the tradition going." The other two shrugged. "Makes sense."
The rest of the time was passed by talking about a random assortment of things, like girls, boats, hunting, girls, guns, girls, and of course the war. Barrow mentioned the Australian and New Zealander troops who were landing in the kingdom of Venetia to reinforce Allied positions. "One of the boys in the signal room told me it was close to 15,000 guys. Here's hoping Napoleon IV's boys can hold them back."
"Not that it really matters," said Roger. "We ain't in the war."
"The Congo is on the border of both Union Kamerun and Imperial East Africa. And British colonies in the south. And French colonies in the north. And British Sudan. We're smack dab in the center of this sh#t storm. And if we get pulled it, the navy is going to be doing the heavy lifting." Sam pointed out. "And then there's the British colony north of Clark."
"If President White can't keep us out, then America's gonna run red with blood. Even if we win, it's gonna hurt." Carter finished. His words were ominous, but no less true.
On August 7th, the USS Robert E Lee sailed into Havana harbor. When leaving the ship, he went straight to the nearest bar. The atmosphere felt a bit tense. The only thing that anyone want to talk about was either the war in Europe, or the monopolies in America. President McKinley and President White had failed to address the issue. Carter thought it odd that very few even mentioned anything about president Diaz. Especially since Cuba had been a Mexican state since the early 1900s. Then he spotted one of the Mexican secret policemen in the corner smoking an obnoxiously pungent cigar.
Ah, that's why. It's ok for us cause we're American sailors. One of your guys though... Carter may not like the monopolies, but at least America was free. People like him ensured that.
If any officer deposed the president and made himself dictator, we'd lynch him that same week. Which brought him to the conclusion that Mexico probably wouldn't stand for this much longer.
And when the revolution comes, I'll fight along them for a democratic future.
The interesting thing about Carter Barrow was that he was by no means a Marxist. Yet, he saw the ideas of a citizen revolt against dictators and monopolies as a similarity to the American Revolution and the 2nd amendment. And he saw Mexico as a place to experiment with those ideas.
When the man on the platform put down the guitar, Carter asked to play it. Picking it up, he ran a calloused hand along the wood. He started tapping his foot.
"Hm hm mh, Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
keep it real for the people workin' overtime,
they can't stay living off the governments dime." The patrons turned and looked at Carter Barrow on the stage.
"Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door,
we are free in the land of America,
we ain't goin' down like this." His voice rose in volume, and the sailors in the bar hummed along.
"Stand tall for the beast of America.
Lay down like a naked dead body,
keep it real for the people workin' overtime,
they can't stay living off the governments dime.
Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door,
we are free in the land of America,
we ain't goin' down like this!" By the end, Carter and the rest of the bar was screaming the song instead of singing it.
Carter Barrow would remember this as his political beginning.
(Note: I did not write the song, instead it is by Nico Vega and was primarily used in the soundtrack for Bioshock Infinite, which I thought would be an appropriate allusion both the time period and the emergence of this new revolutionary. Also,
@Michael J Caboose , when you read this, tell me what you think.
Also, go listen to the song Beast by NicoVega. It's really awesome. )