Ahh the madness of Spain, how can the Carlists not triumph with such confusion in the cabinet? And of course they have the Pope on their side with his amusingly dressed Swiss Guards. What could possibly go wrong? 
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Obviously Britain needs to step in and assume direct control over the country themselves, they can run the country will the Carlists occupy themselves with infighting.
Wasn't OTL Gonzalo Queipo de Llano also some kind of ''radio general'' of Nationalists, giving long anti-Republican, and also somehow funny speeches? I remember him from some book about Spanish Civil War.
PaPIsts, PaPiSts everywhere! Good to have Neville on board. :rofl:
PaPIsts, PaPiSts everywhere! Good to have Neville on board. :rofl:
Part Three: The Dogs of War.
26. Preparing for war
Taken from "Illustrated History of the Air Power", Ofxord Publications, Ofxordshire, 1999
"Thus, when the Spanish Civil War started in July 1937, Great Britain was aware of the threat that the naval forces of her potential enemies represented to their commercial lines. The Royal Navy had an slight edge upon its main foe, that is, the Syndicalist "Flotte de la Commune": it was a smaller force, but its units were more modern, faster and more powerful than their French counterparts.
In 1937, the Royal Navy was formed by two carriers (the HMS Hermes and the HMS Ark Royal), ten battleships (two Nelson-class, four Queen Elizabeth-class and four Sovereign-class), eight battlecruisers (three Admiral-class, two Renow-class and three Courageous-class), eight light cruisers (Southampton-class) and ten flotillas of Destroyers (nine Tribal-class, 1 A-class). Four flotillas of Triton-class submarines filled the ranks of the Navy.
The Pride and Joy of the Fleet: the HMS Ark Royal.
Its main foe, the French Syndicalist navy was formed by three carriers (Orlenáis-class), four battleships (the Bretagne-class, which had been recently modernized with the engines, guns and radar), three heavy cruisers (1 Dunkerque-class, 2 Comte-class), ten light cruisers (Ducloix-class) and fifteen flotillas of Destroyers (most of them outdated). The submarine force summed up tree flotillas equipped with the outdated Lagrange-class and six with the Leclerc-class. It was an outdated fleet, albeit powerful.
A patrol of Vickers Vildebeest Mk IV torpedo bombers
Even if it was reckoned that the survival of Britain depended on keeping the sealanes open -something that had been painfully learned in the Weltkrieg-, and aware of the threat that the French Syndicalist submarines represented, the RAF Coastal Command was still a neglected branch of the RAF. When the Spanish war began, the Coastal Command hardly had a few patrols which flew the outdated Avro Anso Mk I and the even older torpedo bomber Vickers Vildebeest. Thus, an effort was made to reform this force and a new plane was selected: the Lockheed Hudson an American-built light bomber and coastal reconnaissance aircraft. It was a modified version of the Lockheed Model 14 Super Electra commercial airliner, and swiftly went into production as the Hudson Mk I.
A Lockheed/Armstrong Vickers Hudson
Meanwhile, in Germany...
Oberst Kurt Von Strohm smiled as he raised the beer to his lips and said, "Steiner, you're the luckiest Unteroffizier in all of Germany."
Sergeant Rolf Steiner just smiled while thinking "And you are the biggest SOB in all the World, herr Oberst".
-You see, Steiner, I think that, from this unexpected situation...
"You mean, you bastard, from this incredible and amazing piece of shit"- Steiner thought to himself.
-... raises an incredible opportunity to prove your skills -Von Strohm went on.
"That is, or I manage to do something with this package of pricks, or I'm f****d."
-... I fully trust your habilities, herr Unteroffizier.
"I bet you do..."
And with that, von Strohm exited the room and Steiner went to the window. There he gazed at his new platoon.
"Oh my..."
@El Pip: Dunno, but I admit that the KR world is mad enough even without my help.
@Zhuge Liang: Well, if they once administered Gibraltar, why not the rest of the country?
@Asalto: That, that was him. He would have turned Goebbels into a sissy, trust me.
26. Preparing for war
Taken from "Illustrated History of the Air Power", Ofxord Publications, Ofxordshire, 1999
"Thus, when the Spanish Civil War started in July 1937, Great Britain was aware of the threat that the naval forces of her potential enemies represented to their commercial lines. The Royal Navy had an slight edge upon its main foe, that is, the Syndicalist "Flotte de la Commune": it was a smaller force, but its units were more modern, faster and more powerful than their French counterparts.
In 1937, the Royal Navy was formed by two carriers (the HMS Hermes and the HMS Ark Royal), ten battleships (two Nelson-class, four Queen Elizabeth-class and four Sovereign-class), eight battlecruisers (three Admiral-class, two Renow-class and three Courageous-class), eight light cruisers (Southampton-class) and ten flotillas of Destroyers (nine Tribal-class, 1 A-class). Four flotillas of Triton-class submarines filled the ranks of the Navy.
The Pride and Joy of the Fleet: the HMS Ark Royal.
Its main foe, the French Syndicalist navy was formed by three carriers (Orlenáis-class), four battleships (the Bretagne-class, which had been recently modernized with the engines, guns and radar), three heavy cruisers (1 Dunkerque-class, 2 Comte-class), ten light cruisers (Ducloix-class) and fifteen flotillas of Destroyers (most of them outdated). The submarine force summed up tree flotillas equipped with the outdated Lagrange-class and six with the Leclerc-class. It was an outdated fleet, albeit powerful.
A patrol of Vickers Vildebeest Mk IV torpedo bombers
Even if it was reckoned that the survival of Britain depended on keeping the sealanes open -something that had been painfully learned in the Weltkrieg-, and aware of the threat that the French Syndicalist submarines represented, the RAF Coastal Command was still a neglected branch of the RAF. When the Spanish war began, the Coastal Command hardly had a few patrols which flew the outdated Avro Anso Mk I and the even older torpedo bomber Vickers Vildebeest. Thus, an effort was made to reform this force and a new plane was selected: the Lockheed Hudson an American-built light bomber and coastal reconnaissance aircraft. It was a modified version of the Lockheed Model 14 Super Electra commercial airliner, and swiftly went into production as the Hudson Mk I.
A Lockheed/Armstrong Vickers Hudson
Meanwhile, in Germany...
Oberst Kurt Von Strohm smiled as he raised the beer to his lips and said, "Steiner, you're the luckiest Unteroffizier in all of Germany."
Sergeant Rolf Steiner just smiled while thinking "And you are the biggest SOB in all the World, herr Oberst".
-You see, Steiner, I think that, from this unexpected situation...
"You mean, you bastard, from this incredible and amazing piece of shit"- Steiner thought to himself.
-... raises an incredible opportunity to prove your skills -Von Strohm went on.
"That is, or I manage to do something with this package of pricks, or I'm f****d."
-... I fully trust your habilities, herr Unteroffizier.
"I bet you do..."
And with that, von Strohm exited the room and Steiner went to the window. There he gazed at his new platoon.
"Oh my..."
@El Pip: Dunno, but I admit that the KR world is mad enough even without my help.
@Zhuge Liang: Well, if they once administered Gibraltar, why not the rest of the country?
@Asalto: That, that was him. He would have turned Goebbels into a sissy, trust me.
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Royal Navy is quite impressive force now. French Communal Navy seems to be outdated, but it's good to be on guard just in case. They might be very dangerous foe.
I wonder for what kind of mission will Sergeant Rolf Steiner and his platoon be commisioned. Maybe for joint operation with British friends? I hope Baldrick has another cunning plan.
I wonder for what kind of mission will Sergeant Rolf Steiner and his platoon be commisioned. Maybe for joint operation with British friends? I hope Baldrick has another cunning plan.
Once again the poor Sunderland gets neglected, what ever did it do to offend Paradox so much?
The French Navy shouldn't be a huge threat when it comes to war, I doubt they'll be able to stand up to the Royal Navy and the German navy at the same time.
Historically the French Navy couldn't stand up to either of them on their own (pre-WW1 that is), both together will be both awesome (Hood and Bismarck in a Battlegroup together handing a shoeing to the French? Yes please!) and a slaughter.
Part Three: The Dogs of War.
27. The Loyal Infantry.
It was the early days of June, 1937. The enemy attacked in the middle of the night and the sentries died in the growing darkness without being able to utter a word. The Sindicalist leader, Buenaventura Durruti, had been informed of the too confident mood of the Carlist garrison of Zaragoza. Thus, he released the anger of his militias against the city, storming the first trenches with a flooding of infantry and artillery.
As news of the event reached Pamplona, King Francis himself send hurried reinforcements to the belaguered city. Among them, lost in the endless ranks of infantry, there was a soldier called Diego Alatriste, a fomer lieutenant and now just a sargent. It was a quite obscure matter that I cannot waste time to explain to you now. Suffice to say that he had been damned lucky, because he managed to loose only the rank, and nothing more valuable to himself. The noise of the buggles calling to arms had awoke him in the middle of the night and, sunk in a tempest of hurried and contradictory orders, baffled soldiers, angered sargents shouting all at once and a hell of a mess, he managed to gather his equipment and prepare himself for the incoming march, hardly dressed and half-awoken.
His company had the privilege to lead the march and to sunk into the darkness that preceded the incomming day. Some voices whispered that they were going to Belchite. There they would met Durruti, who was obliged to go to Zaragtoza through the little village. Alatriste walked with his rifle, ammunition and all kind of equipment all over him, in such a way that he no longer resembled a human being but a pack mule.
Lost in his thoughts, he did not pay attention to the news that Hungary and Romania were in war due to the old dispute about Transylvania "Damned count Dracula", someone whispered to Alatriste, that just smiled weakly. The companies deployed in long open lines as they were closer to the front line, and, from time to time, some artillery barrage send them to kiss the ground, among many "darn it!" and "fugging Reds!" comming from the angered Carlists.
The next morning they occupied their new trenches while the horizon was filled with a sea of heads and black and red flags. The sun stole silvered gleams form the forest of bayonets that were pointed at them as they first bullets began to fly freely.
Two months later, Alatriste and his mates were still defending the same trenches. More wars had been added to the current ones, but Alatriste still did not give a damn about them. He was busy enough providing himself with some food and keeping himself alivie in the trenches under the scorching Aragonese sun. He had found a place from where he could overlook the enemy trenches, full with men and movement. He saw what resembled a Syndicalist officer and aimed his gun carefully, without hurry, with his eyes fixed on him. Suddenly he fired and the officer, shouting like a devil, fell to the ground. Alatriste looked for another target, and, when he found it, he fixed his eyes on him, as he used to do, as if there was something personal between he and his enemy, as if he was afraid of loosing him, as if killing that man was to decide the fate of the war.
It was then when the British decided to land in Andalucia, fulfilling his compromise with King Francis. Finally they were there... It was somewhat ironic, a NCO commented as the new run across the trench, that those heretic Britishers (1) came to Spain to fight for the Most Christian King of Spain. Alatriste, who took care carefully of his words and of his silences, said nothing and looked for another enemy to send to hell.
(1)
@Asalto: Well, I'm confident tha the RN can defeat the French Communal Navy, as those fiendish Reds have a weak point: his ships are manned with French sailors!!!!! Mwahahahahaha!
About good old Rolf Steiner... time will say...
@El Pip: No idea, really. Ah, darn it, I also forgot the Fliegendes Stachelschwein Something must be done to correct that!
@trekaddict: Perhaps. The Sunderland was used by Norway, so... envy, perhaps?
@Zhuge Liang: True, let's hope that I don't forget the German navy when we come to grips with France.
trekaddict (2): Mers-el-Kebir revisited...
27. The Loyal Infantry.
It was the early days of June, 1937. The enemy attacked in the middle of the night and the sentries died in the growing darkness without being able to utter a word. The Sindicalist leader, Buenaventura Durruti, had been informed of the too confident mood of the Carlist garrison of Zaragoza. Thus, he released the anger of his militias against the city, storming the first trenches with a flooding of infantry and artillery.
As news of the event reached Pamplona, King Francis himself send hurried reinforcements to the belaguered city. Among them, lost in the endless ranks of infantry, there was a soldier called Diego Alatriste, a fomer lieutenant and now just a sargent. It was a quite obscure matter that I cannot waste time to explain to you now. Suffice to say that he had been damned lucky, because he managed to loose only the rank, and nothing more valuable to himself. The noise of the buggles calling to arms had awoke him in the middle of the night and, sunk in a tempest of hurried and contradictory orders, baffled soldiers, angered sargents shouting all at once and a hell of a mess, he managed to gather his equipment and prepare himself for the incoming march, hardly dressed and half-awoken.
His company had the privilege to lead the march and to sunk into the darkness that preceded the incomming day. Some voices whispered that they were going to Belchite. There they would met Durruti, who was obliged to go to Zaragtoza through the little village. Alatriste walked with his rifle, ammunition and all kind of equipment all over him, in such a way that he no longer resembled a human being but a pack mule.
Lost in his thoughts, he did not pay attention to the news that Hungary and Romania were in war due to the old dispute about Transylvania "Damned count Dracula", someone whispered to Alatriste, that just smiled weakly. The companies deployed in long open lines as they were closer to the front line, and, from time to time, some artillery barrage send them to kiss the ground, among many "darn it!" and "fugging Reds!" comming from the angered Carlists.
The next morning they occupied their new trenches while the horizon was filled with a sea of heads and black and red flags. The sun stole silvered gleams form the forest of bayonets that were pointed at them as they first bullets began to fly freely.
Two months later, Alatriste and his mates were still defending the same trenches. More wars had been added to the current ones, but Alatriste still did not give a damn about them. He was busy enough providing himself with some food and keeping himself alivie in the trenches under the scorching Aragonese sun. He had found a place from where he could overlook the enemy trenches, full with men and movement. He saw what resembled a Syndicalist officer and aimed his gun carefully, without hurry, with his eyes fixed on him. Suddenly he fired and the officer, shouting like a devil, fell to the ground. Alatriste looked for another target, and, when he found it, he fixed his eyes on him, as he used to do, as if there was something personal between he and his enemy, as if he was afraid of loosing him, as if killing that man was to decide the fate of the war.
It was then when the British decided to land in Andalucia, fulfilling his compromise with King Francis. Finally they were there... It was somewhat ironic, a NCO commented as the new run across the trench, that those heretic Britishers (1) came to Spain to fight for the Most Christian King of Spain. Alatriste, who took care carefully of his words and of his silences, said nothing and looked for another enemy to send to hell.
(1)
@Asalto: Well, I'm confident tha the RN can defeat the French Communal Navy, as those fiendish Reds have a weak point: his ships are manned with French sailors!!!!! Mwahahahahaha!
About good old Rolf Steiner... time will say...
@El Pip: No idea, really. Ah, darn it, I also forgot the Fliegendes Stachelschwein
Something must be done to correct that! @trekaddict: Perhaps. The Sunderland was used by Norway, so... envy, perhaps?
@Zhuge Liang: True, let's hope that I don't forget the German navy when we come to grips with France.
trekaddict (2): Mers-el-Kebir revisited...
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I salute Seargant Alatriste and his comrades for bravely holding the line long enough for the British to come in and win the war!
Huzzah for random Spanish literature references, double Huzzah that the Sunderland will be making an appearance and Huzzahs all round for Britain stepping in to sort out the Spanish problem.
Part Three: The Dogs of War.
28. The State is the only Ship that Leaks from the Top.
-Some days are better than other - Winston Churchill muttered while he read with a deep feeling of anger the last report from the Foreign Office.
- That would make a pretty title for a song...
Churchill rose his eyes towards Lord Halifax, who went out of the room whistling. "Some day I'll kill him... I'll kill him... or I'll send him to Washington... yes, Washington...". Then he fixed his eyes on Chamberlain, who, oddily enough, hadn't opened (yet) his mouth, but was dying to say his favourite motto. To avoid that, Churchill began:
-I've decided that it's time to do some serious bussiness.
Halifax reapared and said:
-That's the fastest way to get into troubles.
BANG!
-What the fuss! - Lord Halifax shouted while taking cover.
-What the helium! -the words came weakly from behind the desk where Chamberlain had fortified himself.
Winston rose with the Webley gun in his hand and smiling happily.
-Let me introduce you to "Pacifier", my new aid-de-camp.
-You could have named it "Silence"? - Halifax barked in anger as the bullet had grazed his nose.
BANG! BANG!
-Stop that, Winnie! -Chamberlain shouted at the top of his lungs- You're going to hurt someone!
-Don't worrie, Neville. This gun only kills human beings! - Winston "fired" back, grinning with an evil glee on his eyes.
-What a...
-Well, shall we start to make serious bussiness, gentlemen?
Thus began what Churchill considered as a simple government reshuffle and ended in the "Big Turmoil" of September 1937, with the "Pacifier" episode dutefilly reported by the Times as an odd way to get rid of a plague of African Mosquitoes in No. 10. In principle, no one took notice of it. Urgent news were in the air those days. For instance, Iron Guard Romania had been defeated and devoured by Hungary (mainly) and Bulgaria. It goes without saying that this event put the British government under a great stress, as London was an "unnoficial" alliy of Berlin, the non-declared "overlord" of Hungary and Bulgaria by those written pieces that the Foreign Office called "Treaties" and the common folks labelled as "blackmail". Thus, Churchill was now allied to a Power that allowed two of his allies to bully and devour a third country, no matter how dictatorial what the gone nation. Thus, Churchill needed that kind of affair in the same measure that he needed an operture in the craneal cavity. Serbia was gone, too, but this was lost in the thrill of the Spanish war. At least, the papers didn't bother about Serbia.
To begin with, the Home Fleet, that has left the home water for a while under Admiral Cunningham, had met part of the "Royal" Spanish navy trying to block the arrival of supplies to the BEF in Southern Spain. The two fleets met off the south-west coast of Spain, just west of Cape Trafalgar and Cunnigham had no other way out but to teach the Spaniards a modernized rendering of the defeat in 1805. It was a quite interesting gunnery practice, where the HMS Nelson's crew managed to sunk the battleship España -how ironic- and a fleet of Destroyers, while a queen commited a 'regicide' (the HMS Queen Elizabeth sunk the battleship Jaime I). Finally, the light cruiser Almirante Cervera was reduced to bits by the heavy guns of the HMS Rodney. All in all, with the destruction, two days later, of the rest of the Spanish feelt by the guns of the HMS Hood and the HMS Nelson, the war at sea came to an end.
Outwardly, Churchill was quite pleased but, as he confessed later on to a liasson officer from the National France regime, a Georges Pompidou. "Had the Spaniards defeated us with their outdated navy, I would have been quite... quite... quite... well, you know what I mean... like each single time that Nelson trashed your navy".
Meanwhile, Captain Alatriste met an unexpected acquitance in Captain Blackadder and his odd butler. Alatriste had found himself as part of the troops who had managed to withdraw to Asturias after the fall of Zaragoza in the hands of the Reds, and Blackadder was, malgré lui, reluctanly part of Lieutenant General Kavanagh's II (Scottish) Corps, that, plus Carlist divisions, were attacking the weak Syndicalist lines near Bilbao. Meanmwhile, in the South, the Royal Armoured Corps and the 1st Guard Corps were moving against Albacete, in an attempt to isolate Miaja's army coprs in Badajoz. It was a good plan, but it was feared that the Carlist High Command would find a way to send everything hell.
Certainly Blackadder was quite dissapointed to be back in action, as he was of the opinion that war was a too dangerous enterprise that, on the top of that, could have not only damaging, but also fatal consequences to his health. Worse still, he was still plagued with the presence of Baldrick and, on the top of that, he found himself commanding a company of crazed Scotsman of the 5th Black Watch Division. Thus, when Alatriste met Blackadder, it goes without saying that he didn't felt too much respect for that hairy legged man lost in a quite silly skirt -kilt, the Briton called it-. Worse was to come when Alatriste met the smelly thing called Baldrick. He had seen many horrible things since the war had begun, but that, for sure, what the worst of all of them. Thus, in this entertaining company, Alatriste departed to conquer Bilbao.
Then there was the government reshuffle which ended in a turmoil. Churchill was quite willing to get rid of most of his Cabinet, but here he found some kind of opposition in the King, which clung to his regained attributes and wanted to keep Chamberlain and (sigh) Halifax as ministers of the Crown. Ironically, they were the two principal causes of Churchill wish to make the reshuffle... Then, he had a clever idea... Why not leaving the two main Warmongers (Chamberlain and Halifax, of course) to fight for the succession? After all, there was not the slightest chance that it may backfire and end in a motion of no confidence... wasn't it?
Now he only needed an excuse to resign and to allow that bold movement to happen... Then he knew how....
The last known picture of Churchill's first cabinet.
@Zhuge Liang: They sent Blackadder and Baldrick. If that's the way to win the war...
@El Pip: Dunno why I fear that you're not going to be so enthusiastic after his last update...
28. The State is the only Ship that Leaks from the Top.
-Some days are better than other - Winston Churchill muttered while he read with a deep feeling of anger the last report from the Foreign Office.
- That would make a pretty title for a song...
Churchill rose his eyes towards Lord Halifax, who went out of the room whistling. "Some day I'll kill him... I'll kill him... or I'll send him to Washington... yes, Washington...". Then he fixed his eyes on Chamberlain, who, oddily enough, hadn't opened (yet) his mouth, but was dying to say his favourite motto. To avoid that, Churchill began:
-I've decided that it's time to do some serious bussiness.
Halifax reapared and said:
-That's the fastest way to get into troubles.
BANG!
-What the fuss! - Lord Halifax shouted while taking cover.
-What the helium! -the words came weakly from behind the desk where Chamberlain had fortified himself.
Winston rose with the Webley gun in his hand and smiling happily.
-Let me introduce you to "Pacifier", my new aid-de-camp.
-You could have named it "Silence"? - Halifax barked in anger as the bullet had grazed his nose.
BANG! BANG!
-Stop that, Winnie! -Chamberlain shouted at the top of his lungs- You're going to hurt someone!
-Don't worrie, Neville. This gun only kills human beings! - Winston "fired" back, grinning with an evil glee on his eyes.
-What a...
-Well, shall we start to make serious bussiness, gentlemen?
Thus began what Churchill considered as a simple government reshuffle and ended in the "Big Turmoil" of September 1937, with the "Pacifier" episode dutefilly reported by the Times as an odd way to get rid of a plague of African Mosquitoes in No. 10. In principle, no one took notice of it. Urgent news were in the air those days. For instance, Iron Guard Romania had been defeated and devoured by Hungary (mainly) and Bulgaria. It goes without saying that this event put the British government under a great stress, as London was an "unnoficial" alliy of Berlin, the non-declared "overlord" of Hungary and Bulgaria by those written pieces that the Foreign Office called "Treaties" and the common folks labelled as "blackmail". Thus, Churchill was now allied to a Power that allowed two of his allies to bully and devour a third country, no matter how dictatorial what the gone nation. Thus, Churchill needed that kind of affair in the same measure that he needed an operture in the craneal cavity. Serbia was gone, too, but this was lost in the thrill of the Spanish war. At least, the papers didn't bother about Serbia.
To begin with, the Home Fleet, that has left the home water for a while under Admiral Cunningham, had met part of the "Royal" Spanish navy trying to block the arrival of supplies to the BEF in Southern Spain. The two fleets met off the south-west coast of Spain, just west of Cape Trafalgar and Cunnigham had no other way out but to teach the Spaniards a modernized rendering of the defeat in 1805. It was a quite interesting gunnery practice, where the HMS Nelson's crew managed to sunk the battleship España -how ironic- and a fleet of Destroyers, while a queen commited a 'regicide' (the HMS Queen Elizabeth sunk the battleship Jaime I). Finally, the light cruiser Almirante Cervera was reduced to bits by the heavy guns of the HMS Rodney. All in all, with the destruction, two days later, of the rest of the Spanish feelt by the guns of the HMS Hood and the HMS Nelson, the war at sea came to an end.
Outwardly, Churchill was quite pleased but, as he confessed later on to a liasson officer from the National France regime, a Georges Pompidou. "Had the Spaniards defeated us with their outdated navy, I would have been quite... quite... quite... well, you know what I mean... like each single time that Nelson trashed your navy".
Meanwhile, Captain Alatriste met an unexpected acquitance in Captain Blackadder and his odd butler. Alatriste had found himself as part of the troops who had managed to withdraw to Asturias after the fall of Zaragoza in the hands of the Reds, and Blackadder was, malgré lui, reluctanly part of Lieutenant General Kavanagh's II (Scottish) Corps, that, plus Carlist divisions, were attacking the weak Syndicalist lines near Bilbao. Meanmwhile, in the South, the Royal Armoured Corps and the 1st Guard Corps were moving against Albacete, in an attempt to isolate Miaja's army coprs in Badajoz. It was a good plan, but it was feared that the Carlist High Command would find a way to send everything hell.
Certainly Blackadder was quite dissapointed to be back in action, as he was of the opinion that war was a too dangerous enterprise that, on the top of that, could have not only damaging, but also fatal consequences to his health. Worse still, he was still plagued with the presence of Baldrick and, on the top of that, he found himself commanding a company of crazed Scotsman of the 5th Black Watch Division. Thus, when Alatriste met Blackadder, it goes without saying that he didn't felt too much respect for that hairy legged man lost in a quite silly skirt -kilt, the Briton called it-. Worse was to come when Alatriste met the smelly thing called Baldrick. He had seen many horrible things since the war had begun, but that, for sure, what the worst of all of them. Thus, in this entertaining company, Alatriste departed to conquer Bilbao.
Then there was the government reshuffle which ended in a turmoil. Churchill was quite willing to get rid of most of his Cabinet, but here he found some kind of opposition in the King, which clung to his regained attributes and wanted to keep Chamberlain and (sigh) Halifax as ministers of the Crown. Ironically, they were the two principal causes of Churchill wish to make the reshuffle... Then, he had a clever idea... Why not leaving the two main Warmongers (Chamberlain and Halifax, of course) to fight for the succession? After all, there was not the slightest chance that it may backfire and end in a motion of no confidence... wasn't it?
Now he only needed an excuse to resign and to allow that bold movement to happen... Then he knew how....
The last known picture of Churchill's first cabinet.
@Zhuge Liang: They sent Blackadder and Baldrick. If that's the way to win the war...
@El Pip: Dunno why I fear that you're not going to be so enthusiastic after his last update...
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You know I just re-read the first couple of chapters out of curiosity and I swear if they weren't all in the same place I'd swear they were from a different AAR than the last few updates!
Hi all,
Peti Niebla writting here. Don't panic, it's the same AAR, but since the delluded mind of my "master" began to play with Lord Eddie and Sir Nev, well, you know... Thank God that there's not a single chance to include here Margaret Tatcher...
I can promise that the writAAR is going to return this AAR to the path that it shouldn't have left. Actually, it has began in that very update to make that twist, unbelivable as it seems.
That or I'll inagurate my new guillotine with his head...
Yours trully,
PS: Send pizzas ASAP!
Peti Niebla writting here. Don't panic, it's the same AAR, but since the delluded mind of my "master" began to play with Lord Eddie and Sir Nev, well, you know... Thank God that there's not a single chance to include here Margaret Tatcher...
I can promise that the writAAR is going to return this AAR to the path that it shouldn't have left. Actually, it has began in that very update to make that twist, unbelivable as it seems.
That or I'll inagurate my new guillotine with his head...
Yours trully,
PS: Send pizzas ASAP!
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Haven't checked in here lately, but I'm glad to see the surreal combination of seriousness and humour contunues to rule supreme. Also good to see that the natural order of things, Brits sinking Spanish ships, continues.
Oh, and please treat Sir Neville kindly, he got whacked on the head quite often. It isn't his fault that
"SyNDieZ!!!"
Thud
You know what I mean.
Oh, and please treat Sir Neville kindly, he got whacked on the head quite often. It isn't his fault that
"SyNDieZ!!!"
Thud
You know what I mean
.
I don't see how such a brilliantly cunning plan could possibly fail to achieve complete victory, although of course the cabinet could always find soe way to throw it away.
Urgent news!
Apparently, Captain Edmund Blackadder has been sent back to Blighty (accompanied with two huge Military Policemen) after being part of a disgusting incident related with the Primer Minister while Mr. Churchill was visiting the forces deployed in Spain. Blackadder, who had managed -by unknown means- to be transfered to the staff of the Australian Expeditionary Corps, was picked to attend the parade that was to welcome Mr. Churchill, when the incident that caused his doom took place, as we can see in the following picture.
Apparently, Captain Blackadder is enjoying his Majesty's hospitality in the Tower right now.
@El Pip: Yes, that's the problem of having too many ideas...
@FlyingDutchie: Humour will remain, of course, but some kind of order has to be maintained. Winnie can't go firing his fellow members of the Cabinet.
@Zhuge Liang: Well, just give me time...
Apparently, Captain Edmund Blackadder has been sent back to Blighty (accompanied with two huge Military Policemen) after being part of a disgusting incident related with the Primer Minister while Mr. Churchill was visiting the forces deployed in Spain. Blackadder, who had managed -by unknown means- to be transfered to the staff of the Australian Expeditionary Corps, was picked to attend the parade that was to welcome Mr. Churchill, when the incident that caused his doom took place, as we can see in the following picture.
Apparently, Captain Blackadder is enjoying his Majesty's hospitality in the Tower right now.
@El Pip: Yes, that's the problem of having too many ideas...
@FlyingDutchie: Humour will remain, of course, but some kind of order has to be maintained. Winnie can't go firing his fellow members of the Cabinet.
@Zhuge Liang: Well, just give me time...
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