PART I.I
THEIR DARKEST HOUR
The People’s Revolutionary Army. The Red Army in France. Freedom. Unity. Prosperity. The very words delve into the heart of every Frenchman’s soul. These peoples suppressed by monarchs and Emperor alike for the past thousand years thought that they could find Freedom in a Republic. However when the time seemed darkest, the very politicians that guaranteed this betrayed them. The French “Democrats” offered their people to the German hound in exchange for a suppressed peace treaty. The people felt disgusted, discouraged. Through France’s darkest hour, France’s greatest hope was born.
Parisian citizens watch as the French government retreats to Orleans forcing all politicians to abandon their people.
The Grand People’s Revolutionary Army has its beginnings in just that, France’s darkest hour. The German guns sounded in the streets of Paris for the 2nd time in less than four years of hard fighting. This time it was also seconded to sound of transport cars carrying the rifled National Assembly. An Ambulance could be heard in the background as a young idealistic Labour politician stepped out of the Assembly areas into the calamity of trying to move an entire government from the frontline. This young man whose name seemed to be Philippe Arnaud seemed distant from the fighting and rushing around him, for weeks the Labour Party had been bickering amongst themselves of who to support and what to do but now it seemed that his own party had abandoned him and joined the retreat from Paris. Dozens of other more radical socialists in the Labour Party felt very much the same. Since the renewed successful German offensive on the Western Front it seemed as though the entire political system had broken down. Once a democracy, France was in reality now a nation in anarchy.
With retreating government and destroyed army, the defence of Paris is left to poorly trained Military Police and the citizens
The National Assembly parliament hall behind him seemed to implode in an awe-inspiring display of fire works. Philippe and the other politicians being loaded into transports, most of Philippe’s supporters trying to go against it, suddenly where all knocked to the ground. As the dust cleared suddenly shouts began to sound out, “Where is the President?”, “He was still inside the National Assembly!”. The MP picked up Philippe and began herding the rest of the politicians onto the cargo trucks for Orleans. Philippe began to think to himself, “How on earth could the French government leave his people to die and retreat to Orleans, what sort of democracy is this?”. This and thoughts of over forty other socialist politicians were the same. Four years of long fighting had shown the true cowardice of the French “Republicans”. However these thoughts where cut short as the cargo truck departed from the streets of Paris as Philippe managed to spot back in the distance a stretcher being pulled out of the wreckage with a twisted person laying on it. The person torn up by shrapnel and obviously dead was the President. France was crumbling. The other Socialists had betrayed Philippe. He had heard word of new sudden political ideology that had sprouted its head as successful in Russia. Communism, Philippe knew, was the future.
REMEMBER TO VOTE PRA IN LA REPUBLIQUE!
