"The Canadian armed forces at the outbreak of the First World War were not particularly large or well organised. While it did have a standing army it's cavalry was mostly composed of Royal Canadian Mounted Police members who would in times of war be called upon to act as soldiers. The same was almost true with with the Canadian air forces being mostly in the hands of the RCMP with the exception of the small Ottawa based Royal Canadian Flying Corps, the oldest such unit in the world, being a purely military force. While during the war the combined Commonwealth forces were able to at the main fronts hold their positions in combinations of British, Irish and Canadian troops for striking back at the United States of America, Canada needed Cavalry." - The Federation at War, Dr Jason Hammond
"The United States of America between the end of the Civil War of 1859-1863, and the election of President Jonathan Blackford in 1882, pursued a very aggressive and rapid expansion policy with regards to the West of the Country. This brought them into conflict with the Indigenous peoples living there. The four most notable cases were the Apache, Cherokee, Navajo and Sioux. The Navajo people were forced off their ancestral lands in a bid to secure over land routes to California and were sent to Reservations in the North of the American Mid-West. The Lands they were sent to were the former properties of the Cherokee people who when they attempted to fight off the encroaching Americans were completely wiped out under the command of the US Colonel George Armstrong Custer. When the Navajo seemed likely to rise up alongside the Apache peoples in 1875 Custer was deployed again but after the massacre of a full 70% of both peoples the survivors fled to Canada were the Canadian government relocated them to Saskatchewan province. Following them quickly was the Sioux people who after witnessing the way the United States had dealt with other Native Tribes feared for their lives." - The Second Ascendency, The United States between 1863 and 1932, Professor Jason Ashid
The United States of America
Cochise Hunter, Pvt Cochise Hunter now anyway sat atop his horse as it slowly moved towards the big manor house outside the town of Lignite. In the town the Americans slept, comfortable in the knowledge that the Canadian forces were far away, there Children slept not even fully aware of a war or what it meant for them. Similar to the way Cochise's ancestors had slept before the Americans had come.
Hunter was not an Apache surname. The Apache had no need for surnames but the Canadians had insisted when his ancestors arrived that they take surnames so his Great-Grandfather had taken the surname Hunter and it had stuck. Tonight it seemed appropriate. The Canadian government had allowed Native Americans to serve in it's armed forces for several years now, however when this war had broken out they had come to where Cochise's family lived to look for volunteers for cavalry soldiers. They had been intended just for use in front-line battles but now they had a much more simple mission on hand.
To put the Americans and their war effort, to the torch.
The group Cochise was in was lead by a Major Ingram MacDouglas. He was currently near by over-watching the town, his back purposefully turned to his men as they dismounted at the house. They crept inside as quietly as they could and game upon the elderly couple in bed. They dragged the old man from his bed, waking him from his sleep with a start. His wife also awoke and started to yell at the other men with Cochise. One of them shot her. They dragged the man out of the house, dazedly after he had been punched in the face, and hung him from a tree in his garden. They hung a sign around his corpse, it simply said "murderer". Two men were left behind to burn the house down after the events in town began. No point in giving the Americans any warning.
Cochise saddled back into his horse and rode with silence behind Major MacDouglas as they came upon the town. "To kill the enemy is not murder boys. It is but your duty. Now let's have at them." Said the major to the soldiers behind him. Mutters of agreement went up and down the line but most of the men knew what they really wanted.
The United States of America
The newspapers were calling it the "Slaughter of Lignite". A local National Guard group had investigated the town after it had gone quiet and what they had found had sickened them to the bone. Men had been lined up and shot, their hair scalped. Mothers and Children had been herded into the town church and burned alive. All around people had been gunned down and buildings had been burnt. The most shocking thing of all however had been what they had found outside the town.
"THEY HUNG CUSTER?!?" screamed President Wilson. He had just been brought up to speed along with the rest of the cabinet on the attack on the town. Reports had come in that former US Army General Custer had been beaten and hung by the attackers. The fact he had been left with a sign that said "Murderer" around his neck pointed towards it being Indians. As did the scalping. "Good suffering Christ the Indians are gone. Your lot" and with that he pointed at the Secretary of War "were supposed to have driven them off entirely after the Civil War. Now though they are back."
The secretary calmly removed his glasses and polished them before answering. Everything about him annoyed President Wilson. Firstly he was a Republican, he was only in the Cabinet as a gesture of bi-partisanship that hadn't worked as he was still a rather loud critic of the government. If the elections hadn't been postponed due to their being a war on Wilson would have feared for his presidency. Secondly he was calm about everything. Thirdly he was much much much more popular with the Army and General Staff then Wilson was.
"Well as I see it the chances are that the Indians were in Canadian hire. It is an unusual tactic by the Canadians to do this but it is the only answer to this situation that makes any sense" He finally said.
Wilson wanted to yell at him but instead turned his attention to the Army officer in the room. "Tell me that there is a target for an offensive available now? Something that will balance this out."
The Officer cleared his throat. "Well Sir we have a planned offensive on the City of Regina in Saskatchewan, it is the Capitol of the Province and is also a vital hub of the Canadian Trans-Atlantic rail road. We believe that it is lightly defended and are currently drawing troops in to attack it. If we can capture it we will have successfully separated East and West Canada from each other which should see us make mopping up the enemy an easier task."
"If it is lightly defended why are you drawing in troops? Tell general Pershing I want the city captured in two weeks or I will see him in front of a congressional hearing. He is to attack NOW!" He screeched out the last word, a throb of pain stabbing through his head alongside it, 'Great' he thought 'A Migraine now is just what I need'.
As he withdrew from the room he heard the officer ask the Secretary his opinion on the plan. The Secretary replied with a very sarcastic "Bully". Another reason why Wilson hated him.
Factory of William Foster & Co. of Lincoln Metropolitan Carriage,
The United Kingdom
It was complete. It was the first of it's kind and it had been built by an agricultural company in near-total secrecy. Another nine were awaiting finishing touches as the engine on this one rumbled to life. It moved slowly forwards, clinking and crunching as it did under the control of the crew who had been training with it as it had been built and would be using it at the front.
It was named simply, Mother
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