Will We Stay United? - TL

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Will We Stay United?

An Alternate Post WW1
America
(Based on Kaiserreich)

Washington DC, United States of America
November 11 1921

The news has just been received from Versailles.

Germany has won the war. Their so called "Great Offensive" knocked the entire Entente Alliance off their feet. A quick drive at St. Mithiel, the Fall of Nancy, the runaway of the British and finally the Surrender of Paris secured the Central Powers' position has the War's Victors. Russia's Civil War also ended a few days before the Copenhagen Armistice was signed in 1919 with the surrender of the Soviets under the prestigious leadership of Lenin, who was shot dead by an SR. Kerensky couldn't be more prouder. While Germany, Austria, Bulgaria and the Ottomans received their prizes, America sat in the shadows. Watching.

America didn't join anyone. The only time the Land of the Free would ever be involved was the sinking of a US freighter by a British torpedo ship carrying Christmas presents to Germany. Wilson forced a partial opening of the blockade, which prevented the German populace from starving to submission. This secured Victory for the Kaiser. Now, history has been changed forever since the defeat of the British Empire. Its reputation is in shambles and tarnished for losing to a rising power. Britain however clinged on to their remaining colonies: Canada, Australia and New Zealand (and also the Carribean). With empire or not, the English Monarchy's status was embarrassing to the world stage. Meanwhile, the Kaiser and his generals rejoice in such glorious victory over the largest and most powerful empire in the world. Post war development and rescuing of both sides' economies was now Underway. Once again, America stays neutral. But that was about to change.

15 Years Later

Arlington, Virginia
January 3 1936

Another 2 hour speech has concluded. This speech was carried out by none other than President Herbert Hoover, the sitting president of the United States. It was another boring speech, with promises to the Arlington Cemetery like some renovations that would most likely never happen, and also a faithful message to the fallen who gave their lives putting down Bootleggers during Prohibition in the 20s and early 30s. Herbert had been in office since 1929, and had been through Prohibition. But his actions as the POTUS was not pleasant and pretty much ineffective in any way. Don't worry to the haters though, as this is his last speech. Very.

Longist symphatizer John Garret stood up as he clapped for the POTUS. As Hoover stepped down from the podium, he was escorted by Presidential Body Guards dressed in army clothing. He came beside him and pretended to escort him to his Limo. Garret was a brilliant spy and hitman, the prodigy of Huey Long himself. He was also in an army suit that he stole from a mission a few weeks ago. He prepared his C95 Mauser tucked into his coat by putting his hand on it. He went forward through the ranks until he reached the far left side of the path they were walking on. He waited until Hoover was in front of him. He then stricked his blow, which would change America forever. A faithful shot that would start a brutal war between brothers of different beliefs, a war between families with different allegiance to various people.

He raised his Mauser and aimed for the head. One of the army guys spotted him and immediately ran towards him, but he was too little, too late. He pulled the trigger and fired the shot. Hoover's head jolted back as a streak of blood exploded in the left side of his face. He dropped dead on the road, with speech papers littered on the pavement and nearby bench. A pool of red blood spilled on the floor. The guards ran towards the now fleeing John Garret, who was shooting back while running for his getaway motorbike. But, a guy, a police man, tackled him to the ground and cuffed him. This was the beginning of the end of democracy.

So, Will We Stay United?
 
Chapter 1 Part A:
Adventure?
Boston, New England
January 28 1936

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Huey Long declares the American Union State

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Jack Reed, leader of the American Socialists

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Percival P. Baxter, President of New England

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Frank Merriam, President of the Pacific States

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General Douglas MacArthur, leader of the Junta


So, we are all engaged in an adventure.

No, not the children's stories that your Grandparents tell you. Not those movies you see in the cinema, actual warfare that can kill you for good. Well, not the greatest adventure of chivalry as you may have expected it to be. For anyone who is not 18 and not trained, do not volunteer or sign up for this job, as it will be the gravest mistake you will ever commit, and will put one foot into the grave. Surviving in warfare would be a 50/50 chance, if you do whatever it takes to survive in a blown out world of sweat, tears, blood and gore. Trust me, you don't wanna know what happens if you get one bullet and drop dead immediately. You will never go home, never see your family and friends ever again. It's a dark world.

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Private 1st Class Walter Dover, a proud Boston man who moved in from Canada. My father, Jason, is career military, and died at the Battle of St. Mithiel (he was a British American). My mom, Mary, is pure Bostonian. I have been a soldier since 1922, 14 years to be exact. I was born in 1901 in London. I'm part of the 43rd Infantry Company of the 2nd Boston Division. Right now, we are not deployed, but garrisoned. We are set to go to the front in a few weeks, maybe at New York City or somewhere in Upstate New York. We do not partake in war, but merely avoid them from happening in this land. New England, a nation that takes no sides. No Socialists, Longists, Democrats, Republicans and MacArthurist are ever present. Everyone has one identity, and that is a New Englander.

I sat up from my bunk bed after laying down for almost an hour already. I couldn't find anything else to do. Everyone was out doing their own things and assignments, while I chill over here. I sat down on the wooden chair across my bed and turned on the radio. It was another British radio, and my most favorite one: Royalist Radio. The fiery essence of Nicholas Faircrest is what made me fall in love with it. It was so amazing that it made Oswald Mosley order the creation of its own station: The People's Voice. The other US nations in this Civil War also had their own: True Republic Station (PSA), Washington News (USA), Syndicate Radio (CSA) and our very own Boston Globe. Anything for propaganda really. We need it for morale. And also for convincing the enemies to surrender to the Englanders.

I picked up a newspaper and turned to the headlines. It was more and more war news. Every newspaper is dedicated to giving the civilians info about the war. It had been lasting for several weeks since the first shots were fired at Charlottesville. Since then, the war have been dragging on. My last battle was 4 weeks ago at Manhattan. Can't remember much though. I threw the piece of junk into the trash can and stomped out of the tent. Before me was a running base of green men. A lot of them. We were preparing to depart to our next Garrison at Lexington. I rushed to my Jeep and drove to the HQ.

To be Continued
 
Quotes from all the Civil War Leaders:

"America has fallen into a tyranny of oppression for the working class! Uphold Solidarity and secure your future!!"
- Jack Reed

"It is our duty to return Columbia's name: The Land of Liberty and Democracy"
- Frank Merriam

"We shall take the fight to Washington! March on!! America First!"
- Huey Long

"We may be a dictatorship, but it is a transition for Reunification."
- Douglas MacArthur

"Commit your war crimes. Do your war. Don't mess with us and we don't mess with you."
- Percival Baxter
 
Chapter 1 Part B:
Adventure? Part 2
January 28 1936

I pulled the jeep onto the HQ's parking lot.

The Headquarters of the Boston Division is the building of the Boston Police Department located in downtown. It was merely remodeled to fit a military garrison. The BPD didn't mind, and decided to move uptown. The division commander, Tony Polaski, is stationed here. That man is a Polish American immigrant who joined the British during the Weltkrieg. He was born in Warsaw in 1899, just 2 years before me. When Congress Poland surrendered to the Germans, he took on a fake identity as a police officer and guided his family through Germany all the way to Normandy, where he then sailed to Britain. He evacuated too at the height of the British Revolution. He has a wife, Martha, who lives in Montreal. Apparently they also have kids: John, Magda, Ben and Claire. John is the captain of the 4th Company here too. Magda and Claire are the lead nurses of the Medical Department at the Boston Hospital. Ben was a tanker, who unfortunately died when a miscalculated artillery strike from their support units struck his M1 Heavy. He was a good soldier, and also fought with me at Niagara.

It maybe the first time I'm gonna say this, but Claire actually has a crush on me. Don't be surprised. I know these kinds of things. I'm not gonna lie, she is beautiful. But I'm already married though to my wife Jane. Anyway, enough of the family buisness, moving on..

I got out of my Jeep and grabbed my documents and orders from Headquarters. They were kept in a brown folder with the title as "Orders". I also grabbed my briefcase and top hat and went for the door. As I opened it, I ran into Claire, the last child of Commander Polaski. I said hello.

"Hey, Sir Dover" she said

"Hello. What are you doing here? I thought you were at the Hospital?" I replied.

"I'm on break. My sister is the one in charge over there."

"Do you know where your dad is?" I went into the topic immediately.

"He is not here" she said "I believe he went to the Railyard to inspect the trains that will go to the front lines next week."

"Well, is Brigadier General Peter here?" I said. Peter Wellington is the second in command of our division. The 2nd Division numbers exactly 12,000 men. Peter is the commander of the valiant "Valor Brigade" who led us to victory at Manhattan.

"Still not here. He went to the lines" she said.

"Well alright." I said "I gotta get going."

"Wait!" She said.

"Yes?"

"Can- Can I ask you to come with me to dinner tonight?" She shyly asked.

"Alright. As long as it's not stupid, I'm coming."

I walked away. As I walked to my Jeep, I could hear her silently saying "Yes!".

Anyway, gonna end the diary entry for now. I may not write again for a week as we need to prepare for war.
 
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