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Stefan Härtel
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Eddie's best friend
Jul 1999
time: 06:16
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LONDON.
Mid-December.
The rain had settled down to a light shower over the streets of London, still troubling the water of the Thames.
"The tea is a little too cold," I said to James, my entrusted friend and butler, as if it had any relevance or importance at this moment. He wanted to reply, but his words were swallowed by a patrol of Spitfires that was just flying across the open window, roaring like a thunder beyond the grey clouds, panicking the few people on the wet streets, striking them with the fear of a new german raid on the heart of the British Empire.
I gazed at an old map of the world, which was hanging on the wall opposite to my chair. The map, not having been updated within the last three years appeared to me like an illusion, as my view passed to the headline of an old issue of the 'Times', reading "Major Commonwealth ports fallen to the Axis", underneath a picture of a german battleship bombing the harbour of Alexandria.
I knew the paper was almost two weeks old, but I couldn't help myself reading it again and again. One article in particular, about the destruction of a british freight by german submarines, attracted my attention. Despite the fact, that it was filled with imperial propaganda, threatening me to vomit every time I was confronted by it, I must have read it at least ten times. James kept asking me wether he should get rid of that paper, and I always came with the same reply:
"When I'm done reading it."
The paper was old, but the news weren't. Alexandria was still in german, Calcutta and Darwin still in japanese hands. Maybe a clever soul could change the headline, and the article, but I wanted to keep the paper. It was mainly positive news I heard from the rare news broadcasts on the radio. British troops in Norway, securing Bergen, leaving Oslo an open port for eventual fight against german aggressors, while struggling in the north for Trondheim. Perhaps the news were a bit pushed up as well. I would have never called a defeat of german tanks outside of Alexandria, or the bombing of Tunis in northern Africa decisive. Nor the massive sinking of german and japanese submarines in the waters of the Atlantic and the South Sea- who knows how many of those were still down there. A bombing raid on japanese tanks in Australia was of no importance, until they would have been driven out of the continent.
The pride of the British people was not broken. A german attack on Britain was not an attack on the british dignity, and the heavy loss of aeroplanes, battleships, cruisers and destroyers within the Channel and the North Sea, two waters we had always claimed to be our own anyway, was not too much of a price to pay for freedom, and the destruction of nazi aggression. The Pacific was too far away, and to some, perhaps the loss of India would have been a relief, for it would rid Britain of the half-naked fakir touring the country, allowing us not to fight him, for he wouldn't fight. Little did they know, that the loss of India would drive the emperor's troops to the lightly defended territory around the Iranian port of Bandar-i Bushire, and to Arabian oil, meeting their german allies somewhere between the Euphrates and the Mediterranean, providing the necessary ressources for the defeat of the crippled red power that was the Soviet Union, then allowing them to aim for our splendid isles. And little did they care, too.
But the men and women making up the people of the British Commonwealth fought bravely, and I would say, they died in honour. Some day, when the world is free again, and if it might be after a thousand years, someone might remember.
Or maybe it was just a few years. Whatever is destined for me, for my country, I am sure it is more than the capture of it by a number of fascists in brown shirts, and however it will be, fighting will go on.
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Xin Yu
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Emeryville, CA, USA
Jan 1970
time: 21:16
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Oops, I played the wrong file.
Gee, I wonder if you still want me to play if you know what I have achieved: Moscow, Leningrad, Riga, Kalinin, Minsk (destroyed), Kharkov, Kiev, Rostov, Sevastopol, Washaw, Berlin, Hamburg, Paris, Frankfort, Munich, Vienna, Belgrad, Bucharest, Odessa, Prague. And I haven't done my turn yet.
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Field Marshal Klesh
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Klesh Marshal Field
Jan 2000
time: 00:16
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Well, this is going to be rather interesting.
Xin, you are the last person I want to see taking over the Soviet! But, seeing as I laughed my way to the bank as your ally, I suppose it is my turn to line up for the bumrush, eh?
This does really make things interesting for myself indeed. Had I know Xin was playing (no offense Case) I would've played much much differently. Forget about China, they can't do a thing in the way of a heafty advance, and I woulda concentrated far more in hitting the soviets.
However, this just adds to the drama like I had never imagined.
Now I basically I have my German ally reduced to a minor nation, and I have to take out 1 civ that is currently ready to fight (soviets), and then by the time that is done (tricking myself intyo thinking i can beat Xin here), I have to continue to single handedly beat the Brits and Ami's!  If, not when I beat the Soviet, the Brits and Ami's will be ready with their superior weapons!!!
Boy, I really have my work cut out for me now.  
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23-11-2001 07:51
Thanks Xin!
Fair is fair though... I'll play till the bitter end! 
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