Chapter III, Part 2 - Death and victory.
November 8th was another sunny and quiet day at the city of Palermo, Sicily.
That didn't mean that people weren't worried about the recently started war, of course. And Marco, one of the city's fishermen, was so worried as everyone else. Two of his three sons, Antonio and Fabrizio, were in France, fighting the German reactionaries which, despite the best efforts being made by Communards, British, Italians and Helvetians, managed to break the Internationale lines and seemed to march unstoppable to Paris. The youngest one, Carlo, stayed with the family - he was still a child and couldn't join the Army. Francesca, his daughter, could have enlisted due to the decission made by the International that allowed women to serve as anyone else, but decided to stay home and help her parents. Despite the situation and the worries every father has about his children in war, Marco still had hope in a worker's victory against the evil German Empire.
Italian troops taking a photo during a brief rest at the French front. Right behind the three first soldiers appear a smiling Fabrizio and Antonio, his brother, sitting next to him.
However, the next day Marco was concerned not about his sons, but about his entire family and the entire city. On November 9th, some warships started to be seen over the horizon, patrolling the seas while keeping a certain distance to the shore. Besides, reports began to arrive of skirmishes with Papal troops near Anzio. Many in the town were afraid of the lack of forces defending the Republic, which would surely be a problem should the Italian Federation decide to advance against Naples, while others had trust that the workers would take arms to defend and even free Italy in her moment of need.
But Marco wasn't so sure about that as others were in Palermo, and wanted to keep his family as far as possible from a war at home.
"Claudia, I beg you", said to his wife, who took care of the family's farm, "you have to go. Make your bags and take the children with you while you can."
"And where will we go?", Claudia replied.
"There are other countries like this in America. Centroamerica has just won her own struggle against capitalists from the United Provinces, and Brazil has become a bastion for the worker's cause. Maybe even the CSA is now a good option, since the USA is no more..."
"America! I'm not going that far without you, Marco!", shouted to her husband. "Besides, have you forgotten who fought with you to free our people? I can fight now again."
"Claudia, you can't!", answered Marco. "Think about our children! Carlo is still a child and Francesca can't take care of him alone! Would you rather let them die here than provide them a safer future abroad?"
"And what about you, huh? What about Antonio and Fabrizio? What if they manage to come back home?"
"We don't even know if they are still alive! Claudia, come to your senses. The exile is the only hope you and our children have. I have a duty with our people, but once this madness is gone for good or ill, I will come with you."
"But what if you won't...?"
"I will", sentenced Marco, while hugging the crying woman that was the love of his life. They will be all together after the end of the war, thought before falling asleep, sure about himself and his comrades at the Republic.
But Marco's family didn't even manage to leave Sicily behind.
Operation Carthage was a huge success, even considering the more than optimistic outlooks of the French Republican Army staff. On the same day war was declared to the French Commune, November 8th 1939, the entire French Fleet started patrolling the Western Mediterranean Sea, intercepting and sinking any enemy vessel with the valuable assistance from the Air Force. Three days later, part of Alphonse Juin's Troupes de Marine landed near Palermo, Sicily, securing landing zones for the rest of the invasion forces. French (and some Canadian) forces didn't face major opposition until they arrived at the outskirts of Syracuse and Messina, were the few infantry divisions left behind to defend Southern Italy tried but failed at bringing the Entente efforts to a halt.
Canadian troops marching over the Sicilian fields.
Seizing the opportunity created by French naval operations, which had practically cleared the Mediterranean from Internationale vessels,
Operation Magna Graecia, a joint Finnish-German invasion of Southern Italy, was launched from Malta to Tarento. At this point, French troops were securing Calabria, leaving behind an occupied Sicily. By December 24th, the Socialist Republic of Italy was completely occupied by both Entente and Mitteleuropa troops and forced to capitulate. Besides, general Henri Amiel and members of the German Heer - the Imperial Army High Command - met in Naples to fix the terms of the joint occupation and to make the non-aggression pact signed between the Entente and Mitteleuropa effective.
French, Finnish and German occupation zones after the Southern Italian capitulation.
Henry, an engineer attached to the Canadian 8th "Royal Hussars" Armored Division was standing at a farm near Palermo, where a brief shooting took place a few minutes ago. In front of him rested the still armed corpses of a man and a woman, who shot a young soldier of his unit during an ambush while patrolling. The man was injured and would be sent back home. The pair of corpses obviously couldn't say the same.
"Anything inside, Pete?" Asked when another member of the patrol went out of the house.
"It appears that two children lived here as well", answered Pete, "but they surely left when the gunfire started. Oh, and I found this. You understand Italian, don't you?", asked while giving Henry a letter.
"Indeed I do. Let's see what we have here... Shit", said Henry. "This is bad."
Henry told Pete that the letter was written some weeks ago by two brothers, Antonio and Fabrizio, who the Canadians supposed were the oldest sons of the dead pair. According to what Henry have read, the brothers were going back home after the fall of Paris in German hands.
German soldiers parading through the great avenues of Paris.
They asked to his parents about Francesca, their sister, and Carlo, their little brother, and wished to be there as soon as possible. They also showed their concern about the entry of the Entente nations in the war, and wanted to know whether they were safe. Henry saved the letter, promising to himself that one day he will find the brothers and tell them where he buried their parents.