For months, Bolivia sat dormant, as the military rested, recuperated, and repositioned. Many almost began to forget the fact that Bolivia was at war with one of the most powerful nations in the world, until March of 1938. Suddenly, and without warning, the United States landed a massive force in the west of France near Brest, and rapidly established a foothold before word even reached the Bolivian government.
While the world held its breath as the fate of three continents teetered on the edge of chaos, the Bolivian government began preparations for a bold and daring move.
Sorzando had called a meeting a week after the invasion of France. The men sat around the table discussing what his plan might be. Some speculated that he would order an attempt to distract the Americans with a minor invasion of Panama, although that would entail building a new navy from scratch. Others entertained the notion of troops being sent to Europe to help hold off the American hordes, which too would require transports. Finally, Sorzando stepped into the room, and all stood and saluted.
"As you were." said Sorzando. He got right to the point.
"As you all know, Bolivia is slowly but surely becoming one of the most powerful and aggressive forces on the continent. Unfortunately, we could never stand up to an invasion by a first-world invasion, such as an American invasion. To me, it is obvious the only way to shed our third-world status and "play with the big boys", so to speak..."
The men around the table took deep breaths as Sorzando cleared his throat.
"Many have assumed up to this point my plans were to simply bolster Bolivian forces and capture the port of Santiago to strengthen the Bolivian economy. Although these were major goals I wished to achieve, they were only the beginning. If any South American country ever wishes to be respected on the world stage, we must band together, and as we all know, there is no way this will ever happen through a cultural movement..."
The men around the table shifted their weight in their chairs, anticipating what Sorzando was going to say.
"It is time I reveal my true plans so as to allow you all to better do your jobs... I wish to see all of South and Central America under the Bolivian flag."
The men around the table quietly gasped and exchanged heavy glares.
"Please stay calm... It may seem fanatical, but I know in my heart it can be achieved, America intervening or not. Now, my primary reason for bringing you all together..."
Sorzando set a map down upon the table, with poorly drawn arrows and an odd inlay detailing a single province of Peru.
"Please excuse that inlay about the single province" he said. "Along with the poorly drawn arrows. Now then, as you may notice in this battle-plan, there are three more divisions then we currently have stationed on our border. After much contemplation, I felt this necessary, as the mountains of Peru appear very unforgiving. Now, I officially order the construction of one Infantry Division, and one Militia Division. We shall reconvene at a time later of my choosing. For now, good day gentlemen. Dismissed."
The men stared in wonder at each other, thinking about how crazy their Supreme Commander really was. At the same time, he *was* right about the necessity of banding South America together. They worried if Bolivia ever could achieve greatness, but they hoped for the best.
Meanwhile, as France and the United States fiercely fought over the peninsula of Brest, the unthinkable occured... The diplomat from the United Kingdom arrived. He apologized numerous times for "Being late" and that "The blockade made it near impossible..."
With the Battle of France raging, and the Battle of Britain in full swing, the situation looks bleak. Will Sorzando's crazy scheme of conquering Peru even have a chance to see the light of day? Find out in the next installment of BoliviAAR - From Third World to Power!