Chapter Three: Own Flesh and Blood
The CSS Houston in Miami circa 1940
Veracruz harbour, July 19, 1936.
First Lieutenant John Gray was watching the scene from the rear deck of the CSS Houston. He was trying to estimate the number of Mexican protesters on the docks but the task seemed impossible. As far as he could see, the human tide was covering the whole city. The noise coming from the crowd was deafening and for sure nobody down there was hearing wath he was saying.
- For now the police seems only to hold them back, he said.
- Yeah, looks like they don't want any trouble, his brother beside him reply.
Alexander Gray was younger than him and he was only a Marine First Class but John had manage to keep his brother with him in the same unit of the CS Marine Corps when he enlist. Now they were part of the little Marines detachment on board of the Houston, a light cruiser of the Fayetteville class. The ship was part of the 10th CS Fleet based at Miami and was anchored in the Mexican harbour since a week to protect the Confederates interests in the area.
- I haven't see anything like this before, it's really huge, doesn't it? the Lieutnant said to his brother.
- Yeah it is, but how is it gonna end?
- I suppose that if the police only watch and let them shouts as they want, notting bad is gonna happen.
- You're dead right but I don't think Mexicans are listening at you.
- Why you said so?
- Look over there, isn't this mounted police?
- Damn, yes I think it is.
Indeed, two dozen of policmen armed with clubs were now charging in the crowd from the north. A few minutes later, another group was coming from the south and another pushing from the west. Knocking heads as they advanced, the policemen were slowly dispersing the crowd and pushing the most stubborns toward the sea.
- Looks like those men on their horses know what they are doing.
- Yep, Alex, I have no choice but to agree with you on...
BANG!
- Good lord! was that a gunshot?
- I'm afraid it was. Let's hope there is not much armed people over there...
A gunshot had indeed been fired. The second after, a policeman feel from his horse. Then a second shot and a third were fired from the crowd. Soon, horses and men on them where all down or racing away from the human tide. The protesters had became rioters. Within an hour, the situation had degenerate even more, barricades had grown up in the streets and shops where looted, trashed and burned down. Because of the attempt to disperse the crowd, the riot had spread to the whole city. At this moment, the mayor called the local garrison in backup. But most of the garrison in Veracruz was composed of part-time volunteers, and most of them were dockers or factory workers, in other words, proletarians. So, the inevitable happened: the garrison, or most of it, mutinied.
By the end of the day, the city of Veracruz was under control of the rioters. The only place in the city that remained under the authorities control was the military docks in the habour. As if that was not enough, the Occidental Squadron of the Mexican Royal Navy was at sea in execise, it means that except the small detachment of the Mexican Imperial Marines the naval base was defenseless. But the rioters still aven't make no move against the military as the sunset.
During the night, First Lieutenant John Gray was awakened by his superior and bring to the briefing room where the Captain and most of the officers were already.
- Gentlemen, say the Captain, I just received a missive from President Bailey in Charleston, we are ordered to cooperate with our Mexicans allies, that have asked for help to him personnaly, in the task of restoring order in Veracruz.
On the morning, together with the few Mexican Marines, the CS Marines entered in action, Confederate and Mexican officiers adopted a rough method to deal with the rioters, killing tens of them. But the violent, coordinate and efficient combined actions of CS Marines convinced the leaders of the riot that any more resistance was useless and they flee from the city as fast as they could.
At the end of the day, Lieutenant Gray was talking with one of his Mexican counterpart.
- Happy with the outcome pal? asked John.
- Are you crazy? answer the Mexican.
- What's wrong? We got'em!
- I'm not happy at all! Today I shot other Mexicans, fellows and compatriots, my own flesh and blood!
- You had no other choice, it was you or them.
- I know... but I have the feeling that this is the beginning of something bigger, someting bloodier than anything we have seen in Mexico...
John Gray knew of what the Mexican Marine was talking about, his father and grandfather had knew it too well... Two words that had changed the fate of his country forever, two words that are likely going to change the fate of Mexico as well...
Civil War