Martin Daladier had wanted to visit Paris since he was a young boy. The âCity of Lightâ, a place of artists, writers, and showgirls, full of excitement and just a hint of danger sounded like everything that his provincial little town of DouĂ©-en-Anjou was not.
He had never wanted to visit it like this though. Martin and his fellows sat around a rubble-strewn room. Soon the order to attack would come, but for now, all they could do was endure the calm before the storm. Martin picked up a dust-coated book that was laying on the floor beside him.
Voyage au centre de la Terre, by Jules Verne. This had been a childhood favourite of Martinâs, and seeing the faded cover brought to his mind memories of reading underneath his favourite tree overlooking a meadow back home.
His sergeant shouted âEtre prĂȘt!â, and the men around the room began to check they had everything prepared. Martin was rudely awakened from his pleasant daydream and checked his rifle to ensure that his bayonet was securely fixed. He looked at his pocket watch to see the seconds count down, the little hand move inexorably toward a time that would bring little but disaster.
The whistles began to blow, and the men began to scream out and yell. From his sergeant, and from the men in the next building over, and all over, these screams and the shouting of â
Allez!â filled the air, and the men began to stream out of the ruined buildings. Almost immediately Martin could hear the shouting of the Germans, and then the shots began to be heard. The French had been pushing the Germans back, house by house, building by building, and such a great attack was rare, but this attack was a tactical necessity.
Only a few Germans were in the first house that Martin and his fellows entered. One of the men attempted to scramble out of a window until Martinâs friend Alex shot him in the back. The German slumped over a window frame. Another German came charging at Martin, who deftly side-stepped the German, plunging his bayonet straight into the Germanâs back when he had stumbled. Another German dropped to his knees, babbling something in German until Sergeant Renaud put his pistol straight to the Germanâs forehead and pulled the trigger.
âAnyone hurt? Wounded?â Renaud turned to his men, but it appeared that for the time being at least, they were all fine. From the window, the dead German was slumped over, and they could spot the main objective. The SacrĂ©-CĆur Basilica. It was not what it had once been. Once intended to be seen from the whole city, the main structure had only been completed a few years before the war began. As the Germans were steadily pushed back out of the city which they had invaded and defiled, they turned the ruins of the basilica into a great fortress. From there, German snipers could continue to harass French troops.
And yet pushing the Germans out would not be an easy task. Machine gun nests, small artillery pieces, and hundreds of men armed with rifles were at the top of the butte where the basilica was located. Martin and his comrades would have to push the Germans from this place. Charging up a hill into perhaps the most well-defended position in Paris sounded like bravery to those who did not have to do it, but Martin felt like he was going to wet himself as he looked out of the window and up at the summit of the hill. Good job he had relieved himself earlier, he thought.
This time when they charged, it seemed that the bullets from the German positions fell with the same intensity as a summerâs rain. Soon the rest of the world disappeared for Martin, as his only concern was to scramble from cover to cover, occasionally pointing his rifle over the top to fire back at the Germans. But his comrades were with him. Some fought due to a patriotic fire burning deep in their hearts. Others fought to avenge what the Germans had done to France. Others still seemed to fight only to keep the Boche away from their families.
Whatever animated them, they moved forward, slowly up the hill. The German machine gunners were taken out one by one by French snipers, operating from elsewhere in the city. Martin realised he managed to crawl almost next to one undetected. He got his one remaining grenade, and threw it over to the next and luckily the fuse blew at the right time, killing the German machine gunners. Now it seemed he had advanced to the pile of rubble where the basilica had once been. Martin thought nothing as he progressed, his mind seemingly replaced with a bestial urge to kill any Germans unlucky enough to cross his path.
But all he found were living
poilus and German corpses. As the realisation that this small part of the Battle of Paris had been won, this bloodlust gradually ebbed away. Martin now realised he had a small wound, perhaps from a bullet, on his leg. The pain was there, but the elation seemed to take the edge away from it. He had survived today, and better yet for a soldier, he had participated in a glorious deed.
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Kevin Harrison; The Great Intermittent Dynasty â A History of the Bonapartes: Sword and Sandal Publishing
Napoleon IV and the Outbreak of the Great War
At the dawn of the Great War, the 56-year-old Napoleon IV was by no means an unknown figure in his home country, but it would be correct to identify him on the peripheral edge of French political society, rather than occupying a central position that was usual for the Bonapartes. The die-hard Bonapartists had thrilled to his exploits as a soldier of fortune, but this had gained him only a distant admiration from the French military, whose right-wingers preferred to support relatively fresh figures such as Boulanger prior to the latterâs abortive coup attempt. His military prime behind him, Napoleon IV had now begun to lose hope of ever reclaiming the French throne. The Third Republic had endured for decades and only seemed to become more secure with time, facing down threats to its existence and securing powerful allies, including Britain, the country that Napoleon IV had been resident in for much of his exile, and whose army he had done much of his fighting for. Napoleon IV remained as the head of the Bonapartist faction, but by the second decade of the 20th century, he had become a political irrelevancy in his own country.
This irrelevancy had become so significant that the signing of the Entente between France and Britain had made no mention of Napoleon despite the supposed threat to the Third Republic that he represented, and he had continued to hold rank within the British Army. A few years after the signing of the Entente, Napoleon IV now despaired of any hope of regaining the French throne, he moved to Switzerland in 1910. For the two years between this move and the war, Napoleon IV lived a quiet life of semi-retirement, focusing mainly on his family life and the social life of Geneva rather than the political intrigue that his family had become famous for.
Napoleon IV had been a dashing soldier in his youth, but his military exploits brought him little popularity in France
This semi-retirement was broken by the war. Germanyâs relentless assault on France seemed to threaten the very existence of the republic itself as her troops moved closer toward Paris. French Prime Minister Adolphe Messimy declared a
Union Sacrée, in which the fierce political divisions in French society between left and right were to be overlooked in order to save the French nation as a whole. This
Union SacrĂ©e went as far as to include ministers from the Right in a government that was dominated by Socialists and other left parties, something that had been unthinkable only months before. This new climate of cooperation between the left and right at the top of the French government had revived something of the Bonapartist audacity within Napoleon IVâs soul. In a letter written to his cousin in October 1912, he said that âI feel that fortune once again may show favour to our family and that, to borrow a phrase from our great uncle, âa whiff of grapeshotâ may be what is needed to restore usâŠâ.
By November, Franceâs situation had become grim indeed. The Germans were almost at the gates of Paris, and the Swiss newspapers were by now reporting on the imminent collapse of the French. Napoleon IV made his audacious gambit, which was a request to the French President himself. Napoleon IV offered to put his extensive military experience in the service of France, even stating that he was willing to serve as a private soldier. Much of the government was prepared to reject what they saw as the inscrutable scheme of a Bonaparte, but the recently incorporated rightist elements included those who were sympathetic to the Bonapartists, even if they were not out-and-out Bonapartists themselves. Napoleon IVâs offer became such a matter of controversy that
Le Figaro commented on it, coming largely on the side of Napoleon IV and remarking that the government was wrong not to include the Bonapartes within the
Union Sacrée.
The government acquiesced to growing pressure from the right on the 18th of November, formally inviting Napoleon IV to take a commission as a Colonel in the French army, which had been the highest rank that he had gained within the British Army. Leftist opinion as a whole ranged from agitation to outrage. Albert Lebrun, a rising star within the Republican Party prognosticated that âwhatever benefits to morale a Bonaparte in the army may bring, it will prove to be a poisoned chalice for the Republicâ. But to the new rightist members of the French government, the move was seen as an important concession and even mollified the section of monarchists who considered themselves to be Bonapartists.
Perhaps the happiest person was Napoleon IV himself, who was noted for his bravery and daring in the British army and was eager to fight under the French flag. Initially deployed to a relatively quiet sector in the Moselle, Napoleon IV distinguished himself in an action near the village of Esterney to the east of Paris. Taking an unusual interest in the exploits of a mere colonel, the Bonapartist newspaper
Voix des Français described Napoleon IVâs abilities as being âa military genius, comparable to the first great Bonaparteâ. While Napoleon IV had certainly displayed more ability in command than his father, who had been sickened by the levels of violence displayed at the Battle of Solferino, he had only played a small role in events, though through the lobbying of those sympathetic to him in the army as well as among the French right, Napoleon IV would keep his command throughout the Battle of Paris, eventually securing himself two promotions, ending the battle as a divisional commander.
This was astonishing, but perhaps just as important was the fame that he had garnered through his actions. While certainly a competent commander, Napoleon IV was outshone in ability by other commanders such as PĂ©tain, Maunoury and d'EspĂšrey, though he and his partisans proved to be even more adept at the art of what would later be known as âspinâ. By the end of the Battle of Paris, Napoleon IV was considered to be nothing less than a hero by much of the French right, and found himself sympathy amongst many in the centre. However, the left and the more radical republicans still abhorred the idea that another Napoleon was to be allowed any level of influence within French society. In just one year, Napoleon IV had gone from being a peripheral, largely forgotten figure within France, to being one of its foremost political figures once again.
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Author's notes - The "Battle of Paris" will be a pivotal point in this conflict resembling the Battle of Stalingrad more than anything in OTL's WW1. You can probably guess the outcome of the battle here, but a later update will discuss the effects of the battle and the result in more detail, without being a blow-by-blow account of the fighting. The re-entrance of the Bonapartes to the national stage in France will certainly have post-war effects, though what they will be remains to be seen.