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Hello all,

This will be my first attempt for a HoI2DD AAR.

I am using the Kaiserreich mod, which I have slightly modified to my own liking and to better fit my AAR. I started using the Kaiserreich mod, last week and only have played a few quick/short campaigns to see what all can happen, but I still have no idea what all can happen. But since I can't wait with starting I decided to just plunge in the deep and see what happens.

I will be playing the Deutsch-Afrikanischer Freistaat (which is known as Mittelafrika in the Kaiserreich mod.

The changing of the name of the country is just one of the things I have edited, I have also added/edited some new leaders (f.e. fieldmarshall Lothar von Trotha), ministers (f.e. Albert Göring, the brother of Hermann) the , tech-teams (f.e. the Deutsch-Afrikanische Flugzeugwerke).

Also a famous person who is dead in the Kaiserreich-mod, will appear in my version, though under a different name.

I have also added a port and an airbase to the capital, Dar-es-Salaam and I have added a new division, called the 'Afrika-Legion' which is a unit that resembles the French Foreign Legion.

I have also edited some other more minor things.

My AAR will start in 1925 and I am furthermore using Armageddon with the latest patch
 
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Heia SafAARi: A Kaiserreich AAR




Chapter 1

Gnesen/Gniezno, July 1925

Pawel Szmidt had just watched another day of street fighting in his hometown Gnesen or Gniezno as he and his fellow Poles knew it. Syndicalists were fighting fascists, Polish patriots were fighting socialists, anarchists were fighting German nationalists and everyone seemed to be fighting the police.
‘Pawel ! Pawel ! where are you going ?’
It was his young friend, Kazimierz Wlostowski, who came running after him
‘I am going home, Kaz, where else ?’
Still out of breath, Kazimierz now started walking besides Pawel.
‘But Pawel, we need you ! You are the best fighter of all, haven’t you heard what the fascists are planning to do ?’
‘No, I haven’t and neither do I care, Kaz. I am not interest in those political squabbles. ‘
Pawel who was almost a head taller than his friend stopped and put his hands on the shoulders of Kazimierz.
‘Kaz, I told you since the fighting started last week, that you shouldn’t be fighting either. It is to dangerous, you can get wounded or worse and who will then take care of your mother ?’
‘But Pawel, you and I are both Poles we need to defend our Polishness against those Prussians and fascists. We want a right to govern ourselves, we want more freedom, we want real democracy, we want better living, we want work for everybody, we ....’
‘Yes, yes, I know what you all want Kaz, but fighting ain’t going to get you that.’
‘You have fought in the Great War for the Prussian, Pawel and so has your father and now look what has happened to you. You and I are considered second rate citizens and your father an invalid war veteran doesn’t even get the pension that he is entitled to. Peaceful protests haven’t brought us anything, it is time for action.’
‘Listen Kaz, if this fighting continues then the police will call in the military and machineguns and bayonets will soon put an end to this action of yours.’
‘We will fight back, Pawel, we have weapons too, you know ! And we also have people who know how to use them and also have the courage to do that, unlike you !’
Kazimierz shook the hands of Pawel from his shoulders and ran back in the other direction.


‘The fool’ thought Pawel and started to walk to his home again ‘I a not a coward, I am realist !’
Pawel was the same age as the century, 25, his mother had died in 1916 from tuberculoses and soon afterwards Pawel was drafted into the German Imperial army. The Great War or the War To End All Wars had been going on for more than 2 years already and the end wasn’t insight yet. Every country, including Germany was calling up every last men, which meant that 16 year olds were already needed. After 6 weeks of training, Pawel was sent to a Reserve-division which was stationed on northern end of the Eastern front.

Pawel served in the 8th Army under General Oskar von Hutier, the later Father of the German Victory. Pawel was involved in the conquest of Riga and the Baltic islands. But when the 8th army was transferred to the western front, after the Russian collapse, Pawel’s unit stayed behind, to garrison the newly conquered territories.

There in 1918 he received the news that his father, who was also serving in the army was reward the Iron Cross 1st class for bravery, but this medal came with a price, both his father’s legs had to be amputated and his father would be an invalid for the rest of his life.

The Great War ended in 1921, with Germany as a victor. Pawel was discharged from the army and sent home to take care of his father. The war had also brought forth a economical collapse and jobs were hard to find so while his father had to stay in bed all day, Pawel had the on and off jobs here and there.

The great unemployment plus the fact that there still was a strict military regime also created a lot of social unrest, specially under the Polish-German citizens, who were indeed treated as 2nd rate citizens by the ‘proper’ Germans. In many cities in German Poland this created clashes between the Police and all kinds of activists, which culminated in the revolution like state of Gnesen in the summer of 1925.

‘PAWEL !!!, where have you been ? Come here, I need your help !’ Pawel had just closed the door to their small apartment when he could already hear his father yelling at him.
‘I am coming, father, I am coming’ as Pawel put down the few groceries that he had been able to buy and went into his father’s bedroom.

His father, who once had been a nice friendly man had turned into a bitter drunkard with much hatred for the world.
‘Have you spent my money again, you ...’
‘I have bought groceries father, but from my own money, you don’t have any money, do you remember.’
‘WHAT ! I am a war hero, here look’ and Pawel’s father held up his Iron Cross ‘the emperor personally has awarded me this. You should write him a letter, like I told. There has been some mix up somewhere, write him’
‘I have written lots of letters, father already, but the only response I get is that I should write to another department and when I do that, then that department says that I should write to yet another one.’
‘Aaahhh, you can’t write at all you ! Now where is my Schnapps !’
‘Who are you ? My wife ! Bring me my Schnapps, quickly !’

Pawel gave his father a new bottle of the strong liquor and retreated into his own room.

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Streetfighting in Gnesen 1925


 
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Good Luck! :D

I have yet to play as Mittleafrika.
 
I don't believe I've ever followed a Kaiserreich AAR before, so this should certainly be interesting, especially with the choice of country :D
 
You honor us (the Kaiserreich team) in writting this AAR!

Mittelafrika is a very good choice, lots of intresting factions there - natives, colonists, nationalists, syndalists, mad scientists, africans, boers, germans, belgians, french and british (well those who hadn't left for Canada or National France) I can go on and on!
 
Indeed, Mittelafrika has so much potential but so few internal events. In most of my games it just sits there waiting to be annexed by the Germans when they get booted off the mainland, occasionally going to war with Portugal or Liberia. I await with interest what events you have brought to the country!
 
I can't miss this AAR!!
 
Yeah, there aren't too many Kaiserreich Mittelafrica AARs, I'll be following too. :)
 
Ah, one of my favorite KReich countries! Good choice.
 
This seems to be quite an interesting scenario. Can't wait to see how this will turn out.
 
Looking good indeed.
 
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Chapter 2

The next morning Pawel was awakened by a loud banging on the door
‘Pawel, open up, hurry !’
It was his friend Kazimierz again and as soon as Pawel had opened the door, he came barging in, holding a pamphlet in the air.
‘You were right, Pawel, you were right ! Here look’ and Kazimierz gave him the pamphlet to read.

He glanced over it and saw that it was a message from the German authorities, Gnesen was put under martial law and a curfew was in place. The pamphlet was signed by the commander of the German military police unit that had been sent to Gnesen to put an end to the fighting.
‘It’s an outrage, Pawel, the emperor is using the army against his own people. He has absolutely no right to do this. The constitution forbids....’

‘Kazimierz, when does it get to that thick head of yours, the emperor or the government can do as they please since the army is behind them. Nothing will change as long as that is the case.’

‘Tsshh, this time it’s different. We have been preparing for this Pawel, they think that threatening us with the military they can shut us down. But we have the weapons and the will to fight, we will not surrender. We have stormed the city arsenal and taking the weapons that were there. And now we will show them what we are worth.’
‘You and your friends are going to fight against professional soldiers ? Do you want to die, Kaz ?’
‘Yes, if my death results in the freedom of our people, then yes I am willing to die. And so are you Pawel, come join us ?’

Then his father’s voice was heard in the background ‘Pawel, whose there ? Who are you talking ?’
‘It’s Kazimierz, father. Go back to sleep !’
‘That radical ! Kick him out pf my house, he has no right to be here, DO YOU HEAR ME !’

Pawel pushed Kazimierz back in the hallway and closed the door behind him.

‘All right, I will come with you, but just to look after you.’
‘I knew you would come with me, Pawel, I knew it !’

It was still very early in the morning, but on the streets it as unusually quit, no one seem to be going to work this day. Kazimierz and Pawel only saw some small groups of men and the occasional female, carefully walking down the street and close to the buildings, so that they couldn’t easily be seen.

‘Where are we going ?’
‘To the police-station in the Friedrichstrasse, most of the police-officers there have joined us. They have weapons there’ when he spoke those words, Kazimierz opened his jacket and showed Pawel a pistol that he was wearing in his belt.

‘Pistols versus machineguns and grenades, that won’t be much of a fight.’

‘They also have rifles there and some people have come up with a great way to make bombs, they have put gasoline in bottles and then light them with some cotton. Those give a hefty explosion.’

After about 15 minutes Pawel and his friend reached the police station where they were given both a rifle and a red-white bandage to put on their upper-right arm. Then together with some 30 others they were sent to one of the main streets of Gnesen leading to one of the main squares. On the streets barricades where thrown up and Pawel and his group where told to defend this barricade against the German soldiers.

As they were waiting for the soldiers to arrive new pamphlets were passed around, on it could be read that anyone who was caught carrying a weapon would be shot as a traitor to the empire. The proclamation was signed by the commander of the police-battalion, a certain major Schicklgrüber.

‘If that is the same Schicklgrüber as the one that put down the revolt in Poznan last year then this is no empty threat, Kaz’
‘He first has to catch us, Pawel and who knows maybe I catch him first.’
‘Have you every shot someone before Kaz ?’
‘Uh, no. I was too young for the war. How is it like Pawel, to shoot someone ?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘What do you mean you don’t know, you have fought in the war. You sure must have killed some people.’
‘I never really saw the enemy at who I was shooting at, I just fired my rifle at their direction without really looking. ‘

‘How long will it take for them to get here, I am tired of this waiting.’
‘Waiting is one of the hardest part of fighting Kaz, but enjoy these moments while they last. Once the fighting starts you won’t have time to rest anymore.’

Suddenly they heard a high whistling sound
‘TAKE COVER !’ Pawel shouted to the men behind the barricades ‘mortar fire’
Pawel pushed Kazimierz down against the barricade as grenade after grenade was coming in, shouts of wounded people could be heard between each impact.
‘Keep your heads down’ Pawel shouted
‘But then we don’t see them coming’ someone shouted back but, who kept on looking over the top of the barricade right at that moment he was hit by a shell splinter in the back of his head, killing him instantly. Blood splattered all around
Pawel looked at his friend and saw that he was now in some kind of shock, some of the blood and brains of the man had hit him.
‘Welcome to the war, Kaz, I told you its bloody’
Kazimierz turned his head and threw up on the pavement he also had wet his pants.

Behind them fires had broken out in several building and also another sound could be heard, some kind of heavy engine.

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‘Armoured cars’ Pawel whispered to himself ‘they have armoured cars.’
‘Where are those gasoline bombs, Kaz, where you were talking about ?’
But his friend was still under shock, Pawel pulled him up and shook him
‘Kaz ! Where are those bombs ? We need them !’
‘Huh....I don’t....’
Pawel now smacked Kazimierz in the face.
‘The gasoline bombs, where are they ?’
‘Uhh... they are... over there’ and Kazimierz waved to somewhere in the back.

Pawel pointed to some of the other men around him, who were still uninjured. ‘You two, go back and bring us some of those bombs !’
‘Who put you in charge ?’ one of them responded.
‘Oh my god, what a bunch of amateurs’ Pawel thought.
‘Well then you tell us what to do then, there are armoured cars coming this way, how are we going to sop them ?’
‘Hmm, .... that’s not how.....’ they man mumbled but his friend pulled him away ‘let’s do what he says, Jan, he seems to know this business.’ And then the two of them ran to the rear to get the gasoline-bombs.
‘Polish cocktails’
‘Huh ?’
‘They are called Polish cocktails’ said Kazimierz ‘those gasoline bombs they are called Polish cocktails.’
‘I don’t care what their name is as long as they work, do they work ?’
‘Oh yeah, they work. They give a nice bang and when something gets hit by it, it goes up in flames.’

The mortar fire had stopped completely now, but then a new sound could be heard a ripping sound.
‘Cover !’ Pawel said to everyone ‘machineguns’
The top of the barricade was hit by several blasts of machinegun fire, carefully Pawel looked through one of the cracks in the barricade. He could see an armoured car at the end of the street, it had a turret with a machinegun in it and it also had a machinegun next to what must be the driver seat. Behind the armoured car, he could see a section of soldiers.

‘All right men, listen up. Those soldiers will start to move forward under the cover of the machineguns, we can’t stop the armoured car with our rifles, but we can stop the soldiers. We need to suppress them long enough for the men to return with the gasoline bombs’
‘Polish cockt...’
‘Shut up, Kaz !’
‘On my command, start firing and aim carefully, don’t waste bullets.’

Encouraged by the calmness of Pawel’s words and actions the men aimed their rifles and started firing back, making the German soldiers run for cover.

‘STOP firing !’ Pawel shouted, but to no avail the men kept on firing until they had emptied their magazines.
Pawel now took a new look, the armoured car was still there but it had stopped firing, the soldiers couldn’t be seen anymore but they had at least hit two of them fatally.
‘What’s keeping those men’ Pawel turned around to see if the two men that he had sent back to the rear were already returning, but the street behind them was empty. ‘Those cowards, they have run away’ he thought.
‘How many, bullets do you have left, Kaz ?’
‘None’
‘NONE !’
‘How often did you reload ?’
‘I don’t remember, Pawel, I just kept on firing.’
‘Here is one of my magazines, be more careful with it.’
‘Yes, sir !’ and for the first time, since the fighting had begun, Pawel could see a smile on his friends face. ‘you sound like an officer, Pawel, are you sure you were just a normal private in the war.’

Pawel ignored this remark and looked around to the other men, most of them were silent or softly spoke with the man next to him.
‘This is a lost cause, Kaz’
‘Hmm, what do you mean, we stopped their attack’
‘Attack ? This wasn’t an attack, they were just scouting our positions, they will soon return. Then you will see an attack.’
Kazimierz seemed to be full of confidence again
‘Let them come, with this rifle ...’ he raised his rifle in the air, but then a shot was heard and the rifle fell from his hand ‘aarrghhh, I am hit’. Pawel pulled his friend and himself down again.
‘A sniper, you fool. Here let me take a look at your hand.’
‘It hurts, Pawel’
‘Open your hand, Kaz, let me take look’
Carefully Kazimierz opened his hand, a small dark red whole could be seen in his hand. You could almost see through it. Pawel took out a handkerchief and put it around the hand. ‘A clear shot through the hand, that’s not to bad’
‘But it really hurts, Pawel’ Kazimierz said with tears running from his eyes.

Pawel wanted to say something, but then he could hear the armoured car starting his engine again. He glanced over and saw the car slowly moving toward the barricade, soldiers were walking on both sides of the streets, using all the cover they could find. While snipers were firing over the top of the barricade, to keep the defenders down. Some of the men, were slowly crawling backwards.

‘He, where are you going ?’ Pawel shouted to them
But the men didn’t respond, once they were far away enough from the barricade they got up and ran away. Then the machineguns started firing again and more man started to go backwards.
‘Come, Kaz, we are going to’
‘What ! NO ! We need to stay and fight !’
‘It’s over Kaz, It’s over !’

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Great start! Subscribed!
 
Thank you all for the nice responses

Luckily my prologue is a bit longer then I expected, since I restarted the game on which this AAR is based :)

I am planning on at least one update per week, mostly in the weekends. Though knowing myself I usually post an update as soon as I have finished it.
 
trekaddict said:
Dear god... Civil War is never nice.... :eek:
Try telling that to the Americans. :eek: