A Way of Life,
A Way of War
A Way of War
April 25th, 1945
Brisbane, Australia
The man purposefully strode towards the door to his basement. A pistol stuck out of its holster, and a helmet from the first war was firmly planted on his head. Had anybody known who he truly was, they would have cursed him, thrown things at him. Some would have tried to kill him. Others tormented him anyway simply because he was an American. After all, it was the Americans that had failed to throw the Japanese back to their side of the Pacific. And it was this man that was the first American Admiral to lose a battle to the Japanese, although he would be far from the last, but he was one of the more important.
His name was Ex. Admiral Kimmel, but he went by Rob Jones in this country.
As Rob opened the door to his basement, he started to increase his pace. The gunfire nearby was growing louder, and he could hear the distinct sound of artillery not too far away from his house. Brisbane was only a couple of miles away, although most of the sounds of death seemed to be coming from the north, the opposite direction of Brisbane. Rob lit a candle. The electricity had been out for weeks now as the Japanese had methodically beat down the Australian defenses around the city.
He rushed over to a sturdy table with a box on top of it. On the box was the seal of the U.S. navy, and inside it might as well have been crown jewels to Rob. It was a BAR, a few grenades, a knife, and several boxes of ammo. Next to the box was another, this one a survival pack that would last the former admiral several weeks could he stay alive.
Whistling could be heard in the air. Rob remembered what that meant just as it transformed into a shrill scream, and he flattened out, armed to the teeth, as he felt rather than saw his entire house ripped apart by an artillery shell.
Minutes passed as he struggled to regain control of his senses. He wasn’t an army man, nor was he as young as he used to be. This was new to him, this was new to most everybody in Australia. Even the troops defending Brisbane were so green that it was likely the first time they had faced combat. Any veteran troops from Europe had been on the beaches near Darwin….and nobody had heard a word of any survivors from there.
Eventually he managed to stand and struggle out of the wreckage of his house. Of his new home, or rather, his old home now. He started to jog off the beach it was built on, into the sparse forest of trees nearby.
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Author's Note: Hello, I am arya126. You may remember me, I was fairly active on here a year or so ago. Some of my favorite AARs were TCP and DMLL. I started a few AAR projects of my own, but they never really got off there ground, mostly due to a lack of commitment on my part; but that is about to change. While I have not been active on here in a while, I have still been playing HOI2, and have decided to record my attempts at a very epic game, and finish this attempt. This AAR will not have a lot of images, but I will attempt to tell this story through a combination of narrative (inspired by Against all Odds by Trekkadict), news reports (inspired by Democracy's Last Legs by Firestorm) and various other ways of my own invention. Taking the idea of a buffer of updates from The Channel Pact by TRP, I currently have around 10 updates already written, with more in the works, and I have already played a very significant portion of the game, so I have high hopes of finishing this AAR.
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