Part Twenty-one: Revenge
By the end of 1918, the US Army's lodgement in Africa was further divided into two large pockets. The one nearest to the reinforcements was reduced first, whilst desperate counterattacks from the other were beaten off.
As Winter turned into Spring, the southern arm of the American force was firmly hemmed in, and the Westernmost of the two pockets was earmarked for destruction, whilst the more easterly continued its futile attempt to break loose.
By the end of the Summer's campaigning season, the Americans had their backs to the wall at Tangiers. The last of them surrended in August, though a force had been landed from the sea at Casablanca.
Shortly after this success, however, the USA launched a fresh offensive from Agadir to try to link up with the surviving pockets elsewhere in Morocco. Once more, the campaign was in the balance. If the enemy prevailed in these efforts, the Mexicans could find themselves the ones being encircled.
In order to reinforce the wavering colonial army, it was decided to make an attempt to run the blockade. 20 Battleships would escort five divisions to Morocco from Mexico. They set sail in November but were caught of the coast of Puerto Rico by the US Navy. Seven Mexican battleships were lost, and the rest were chased back into port.
Despite this disaster, the situation in North Africa was eventually restored, with the Americans being pushed back until in December it was possible to begin the destruction of their force remaining on the Mediterranean coast, although US offensives elsewhere continued.
The remaining 18 divisions of this force were slowly but steadily pushed back until they were trapped at Tlemcen, and made to surrender in February. Now the Americans were hemmed in in the southern portion of Morocco. Whilst their total army was still an astonishing 250 divisions, they could not bring this force to bear, nor could they reinforce them- their manpower reserve has fallen from over 3 million men at the start of the war to just 150,000. As the 1920s began, the surviving divisions were being shepharded into smaller and smaller parts of Morocco.
The US was becoming desperate. Defended stretches of coastline came under assault several times over the Summer. Gradually, their remaining enclaves on the coast were worn down over the course of the year...
Ignore this screenshot...
The 1920 election saw Woodrow Wilson elected to the White House over the belligerent Harding, on a promise to end the war at any cost. The day before he took office in 1921, the American forces at Agadir surrendered to the Mexican Army. There were still nearly 200,000 American soldiers in Morocco, and Wilson was determined to spare them from death or service in the infamous Saharan Prisoner of War camps operated by the Mexican state.
[you'll have to forgive me for slipping into historical fiction for a second here]
Wilson was summoned to Mexico City by President Villa, the man who had succeeded Diaz as leader of the nation. Wilson stepped into the conference room and saw an old map of North America on the table in front of him;
"There must be some mistake," he began "this map shows Mexico's 1836 borders". Villa extinguished his cigar in the ashtray in front of him, "No, Señor, it shows Mexico's 1922 borders." Wilson felt his heart sink- how could he accept such a demand? He opened his mouth to protest when three other figures stepped up to the table. He recognised one as the Frenchman Clemenceau. The second seemed unfamiliar, but had a Mediterranean air about him. The third was easily identified. David Lloyd George indicated Villa with a nod, and Wilson saw the Mexican leader place a peice of paper on the table, facing him. Shaking, Wilson sat down. Remembering his election promise, he reached for the pen which lay next to him...
Four of "The Big Five", after the signing of the treaty of Tenochtitlan.
The End.
(I decided not to go for a seperate epilogue as it would have been a bit short)