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Thank you, Admiral!Admiral Yamamot said:
Thank you. There are several AAR's which level I hope to attain (which means I still have quite some work to do...), but even if I'll never achieve the level of a Rensslaer AAR (he should change his user name to RensslAAR) or something like The Tower of Fear in the CK-AAR section, writing stuff is too much fun to stop, and feedback like this is always appreciated..Somua53 said:
I fully agree with that!Miihkali said:
Next update this weekend.
On March 15th, the Italians marched into Gondor, which was left undefended by the Ethiopian troops who preferred to defend their capital Addis Abbeba. There were reports that gas had been used to overcome the defenders, but the Italians did not allow an investigation and categorically denied the use of gas attacks. A cartoon in La Republicca joked about the expectations at the beginning of the war that the troops would be home for Christmas. “Christmas of which year?”
March 17th saw three governments toppled. In Paraguay, Colonel Rafael Franco ousted president Eusebio Ayala. In Peru, president Oscar Benavides Barrea named Ernesto Montagne Sanches (Shouldn’t that be Ernesto Montagne Markholz? And Ernesto Montagne Sanches in from 1968 to 1973?)as new Prime Minister. In Poland, Felicjan Sławoj Składkowski replaced Marian Zyndram-Kościałkowski after elections.
In the United States, floods had disturbed the life in Pittsburgh.
This was of no concern to the king. His wife was pregnant. That would be their fourth child. His uncle should know, so there would be a radio announcement and the prayers in the mosques would focus on the Barakzai dynasty, rather than on tribal matters, or on the turning back reforms of Nabibullah Khan and Amanullah Khan. Mohammed Zahir Shah knew he still had to tread carefully, even if Afghanistan had been more stable than since Habibullah Ghazi seized power, seven years ago.
Prime Minister Mohammed Hashim looked up, and bowed as his nephew entered his office.
“Uncle,” the king said. “I need a radio announcement.”
- “On what occasion, your majesty?”
- “My wife is expecting our fourth.”
- “That is wonderful news, your majesty!” The Prime Minister seemed genuinely pleased. “It’s even better then the news that the Khurd Zabitan Staff College will start next week with the research on quality control.”
- “Will that Belgian professor lead the team again? He will be finished two weeks quicker then expected.”
Mohammed Hashim shook his head. “On March 30th, Professor Vanderwicken will be handing over his chair as lector to Professor Schlieffendorfer.”
- “Sounds German.”
- “He is from Switzerland, your majesty.”
- “Switzerland? They make good watches in Switzerland. Almost as good as French watches.”
The Prime Minister nodded. “Almost as good. ” The conversation continued with the preparations of the visit to Kandahar. Governor Ali Shah Khan Sulaiman had reported that he had started the preparations. There would be several bouzkachi contests and now that the King would personally attend the tournament, the governor was wondering whether he should still award the first prize as the Governor’s Cup. The king thought for a moment, and then he asked: “Hasn’t the Governor’s Cup become a tradition since Ali Shah Khan Sulaiman started it since he became commander of the Kandahar Army?”
“He did, your majesty.”Muhammed Hashim answered. “But you named him governor of the province, so I think that Sulaiman asked a valid question.” The way that the Prime Minister spoke about the governor was an indication that they did not get along too well. Perhaps that started when you kept firearms for your private army, uncle. And now somebody is governor of Kandahar that is not under your control.
There was a long pause, as Mohammed Zahir Shah thought about the matter.
“Let’s keep that tradition alive.” the king said, finally. “But give the order to make special riding gear… - “
“The players don’t use … - “
“Uncle, that was in the days of Dost Muhammed Khan, our ancestor. I don’t see any problem in creating special riding gear for the player that is considered the best by the other players in the tournament.”
“I have been too occupied to enjoy those pastimes.” Mohammed Hashim said, indignantly.
Indeed you were, uncle. Forging an empire?
March 17th saw three governments toppled. In Paraguay, Colonel Rafael Franco ousted president Eusebio Ayala. In Peru, president Oscar Benavides Barrea named Ernesto Montagne Sanches (Shouldn’t that be Ernesto Montagne Markholz? And Ernesto Montagne Sanches in from 1968 to 1973?)as new Prime Minister. In Poland, Felicjan Sławoj Składkowski replaced Marian Zyndram-Kościałkowski after elections.
In the United States, floods had disturbed the life in Pittsburgh.
This was of no concern to the king. His wife was pregnant. That would be their fourth child. His uncle should know, so there would be a radio announcement and the prayers in the mosques would focus on the Barakzai dynasty, rather than on tribal matters, or on the turning back reforms of Nabibullah Khan and Amanullah Khan. Mohammed Zahir Shah knew he still had to tread carefully, even if Afghanistan had been more stable than since Habibullah Ghazi seized power, seven years ago.
Prime Minister Mohammed Hashim looked up, and bowed as his nephew entered his office.
“Uncle,” the king said. “I need a radio announcement.”
- “On what occasion, your majesty?”
- “My wife is expecting our fourth.”
- “That is wonderful news, your majesty!” The Prime Minister seemed genuinely pleased. “It’s even better then the news that the Khurd Zabitan Staff College will start next week with the research on quality control.”
- “Will that Belgian professor lead the team again? He will be finished two weeks quicker then expected.”
Mohammed Hashim shook his head. “On March 30th, Professor Vanderwicken will be handing over his chair as lector to Professor Schlieffendorfer.”
- “Sounds German.”
- “He is from Switzerland, your majesty.”
- “Switzerland? They make good watches in Switzerland. Almost as good as French watches.”
The Prime Minister nodded. “Almost as good. ” The conversation continued with the preparations of the visit to Kandahar. Governor Ali Shah Khan Sulaiman had reported that he had started the preparations. There would be several bouzkachi contests and now that the King would personally attend the tournament, the governor was wondering whether he should still award the first prize as the Governor’s Cup. The king thought for a moment, and then he asked: “Hasn’t the Governor’s Cup become a tradition since Ali Shah Khan Sulaiman started it since he became commander of the Kandahar Army?”
“He did, your majesty.”Muhammed Hashim answered. “But you named him governor of the province, so I think that Sulaiman asked a valid question.” The way that the Prime Minister spoke about the governor was an indication that they did not get along too well. Perhaps that started when you kept firearms for your private army, uncle. And now somebody is governor of Kandahar that is not under your control.
There was a long pause, as Mohammed Zahir Shah thought about the matter.
“Let’s keep that tradition alive.” the king said, finally. “But give the order to make special riding gear… - “
“The players don’t use … - “
“Uncle, that was in the days of Dost Muhammed Khan, our ancestor. I don’t see any problem in creating special riding gear for the player that is considered the best by the other players in the tournament.”
“I have been too occupied to enjoy those pastimes.” Mohammed Hashim said, indignantly.
Indeed you were, uncle. Forging an empire?
Great Update.. even if the pace is slow, I like your ability to make it interesting
The cabinet convened again when finally all regiments had been returned to full strength. It was time to decide what to do next.
“The province of Feyzabad is only defended by police forces. Now that the Faizabad militia is up to strength, I think it is imperative that it is sent back to its province.” Mohammed Hashim said.
“I do not agree.” Mohammed Daoud looked at the others. “Or rather. I do partially agree. “
“Explain yourself, please.” Mohammed Hashim did not like being opposed, but so far, Daoud had always argumented his case well, something that the Prime Minister could grudgingly respect. The Chief of staff nodded to Hashim, and continued. “I think that our militia are good enough to handle internal pressure, but not enough to withstand a concerted attack.”
Now Mohammed Hashim had to laugh. “Attack? From whom? The Britons have guaranteed our independence since 1919, Persia follows their English masters and the Soviets have too much trouble with themselves.”
“I was not referring to an outside threat. We have agreeable relations with those countries.” Daoud said, tersely. “History has shown that no external force has taken control over Afghanistan since Dost Muhammed Khan cast off the Persian yoke. However, kings have been slain, or were forced to flee by rebellions from within."
“You have a point.” Mohammed Hashim concurred. “But what do you suggest?”
“We do neither have the industrial nor the scientific capacity to develop innovations. We do, however, see a renewed enthusiasm from young Afghans to join the armed forces, especially after the announcement that the queen was bearing Our Majesty’s fourth child. I would like to propose to create a new Infantry regiment, and it could be stationed in Feyzabad. Once that regiment has been set up, we could detach the Faizabad Militia from the Royal Afghani Army.”
“But it will take ages to build a set of barracks near Feyzabad!” Abdul Majid Zabuli protested. The Armaments Minister would be the one paying for the outfitting of the new troops.
“So now you know why the region is called Badakhstan, not Barrackstan.” It seemed that the Prime Minister had preciously little patience with Zabuli. “Those barracks would have to be built anyway, if the militia are to be redeployed there. It will only take more time, since we lack the industrial capacity, as our Chief of Staff indicated.” Mohammed Daoud nodded in acknowledgement.
The king had followed the discussion, and noticed that Mohammed Hashim had been won over. Yet there was one thing he wanted to know. “Would diverting funds and resources into this infantry corps be of consequence for the research project?”
“I don’t believe so.” Mohammed Hashim answered. “Only God knows the answer.” Mohammed Daoud added. The king nodded, and said “We will find out what He wants. I will sign a decree authorizing the forming of an infantry division, to be stationed at Feyzabad.”
That same day, the Faizabad militia were ordered to march to their new quarters and to prepare the new station for them and the infantry corps.
“The province of Feyzabad is only defended by police forces. Now that the Faizabad militia is up to strength, I think it is imperative that it is sent back to its province.” Mohammed Hashim said.
“I do not agree.” Mohammed Daoud looked at the others. “Or rather. I do partially agree. “
“Explain yourself, please.” Mohammed Hashim did not like being opposed, but so far, Daoud had always argumented his case well, something that the Prime Minister could grudgingly respect. The Chief of staff nodded to Hashim, and continued. “I think that our militia are good enough to handle internal pressure, but not enough to withstand a concerted attack.”
Now Mohammed Hashim had to laugh. “Attack? From whom? The Britons have guaranteed our independence since 1919, Persia follows their English masters and the Soviets have too much trouble with themselves.”
“I was not referring to an outside threat. We have agreeable relations with those countries.” Daoud said, tersely. “History has shown that no external force has taken control over Afghanistan since Dost Muhammed Khan cast off the Persian yoke. However, kings have been slain, or were forced to flee by rebellions from within."
“You have a point.” Mohammed Hashim concurred. “But what do you suggest?”
“We do neither have the industrial nor the scientific capacity to develop innovations. We do, however, see a renewed enthusiasm from young Afghans to join the armed forces, especially after the announcement that the queen was bearing Our Majesty’s fourth child. I would like to propose to create a new Infantry regiment, and it could be stationed in Feyzabad. Once that regiment has been set up, we could detach the Faizabad Militia from the Royal Afghani Army.”
“But it will take ages to build a set of barracks near Feyzabad!” Abdul Majid Zabuli protested. The Armaments Minister would be the one paying for the outfitting of the new troops.
“So now you know why the region is called Badakhstan, not Barrackstan.” It seemed that the Prime Minister had preciously little patience with Zabuli. “Those barracks would have to be built anyway, if the militia are to be redeployed there. It will only take more time, since we lack the industrial capacity, as our Chief of Staff indicated.” Mohammed Daoud nodded in acknowledgement.
The king had followed the discussion, and noticed that Mohammed Hashim had been won over. Yet there was one thing he wanted to know. “Would diverting funds and resources into this infantry corps be of consequence for the research project?”
“I don’t believe so.” Mohammed Hashim answered. “Only God knows the answer.” Mohammed Daoud added. The king nodded, and said “We will find out what He wants. I will sign a decree authorizing the forming of an infantry division, to be stationed at Feyzabad.”
That same day, the Faizabad militia were ordered to march to their new quarters and to prepare the new station for them and the infantry corps.
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Lafayette53, stnylan: Thank you for visiting. The pace is slow indeed, which is mostly because very little is happening, apart from an occasional trade proposal.
Please warn me if it DOES get tedious, and don't hesitate to make suggestions for improvements or corrections.
Please warn me if it DOES get tedious, and don't hesitate to make suggestions for improvements or corrections.
gis said:
I might use that in one of the next updates (though vive l'Afghanistan! is more likely).
Duke of Wellington said:
I wholeheartedly agree with that. I just wonder how much extra time it will take to build an 1918 Infantry Division with under strength IC. I guess I'll find out soon enough
.I might dabble with the editor to see if I can create a tech for that (tech prefab barracks: recruiting speed for Infantry +2%; manpower +1%; IC -0.2 - whichever of those I are possible), but that would be for another AAR.
Excellent reading
This AAR is very interesting and well written. Keep up the good work.
This AAR is very interesting and well written. Keep up the good work.
During the Spring Bouzkachi tournament in Kandahar, the local people were full of the games, especially the Sulaiman Cup. The foreign dignitaries were talking about events in Europe, like the Locarno conference that had started in London, and the re-emergence of the compulsory military service in Austria. The French consul congratulated the British envoy to this tournament with the fact that the Dutch army had decided to outfit their first armoured division (Eerste Eskadron Pantserwagens) with their M36, instead of a German version. A faux pas.
“I am terribly sorry, old chap, but those Dutch have bought a Swedish armoured car. Actually, twelve cars.”
“Then I am mistaken, monsieur.”
Soon enough the attention went back to the action outside. Though bouzkachi wasn’t the most popular in that region, the plains of Kandahar were best suited to watch the game, or rather, the mayhem.
Finally, the king arrived. He nodded to the dignitaries, and sat down. It had been a long morning. Both he and his uncle, the Prime Minister, had been talking with the tribe elders and the mullahs who had travelled to Kandahar specially for an audience with the king.
Somehow, though still within strictly defined conditions, another of king Amanullah’s original reforms was reinstated. Entry of women into special departments of higher education was, finally, allowed unopposedby the tribes. Mohammed Zahir Shah had foreseen most of the arguments, and had used the good relations with Saudi-Arabia to obtain the opinion of some of the leading Islamic scholars in Mecca and Medina, and from the Al-Azhar in Egypt. It had been almost as good as the news that his fourth child would be born in the coming winter. The king let out a sigh. He was satisfied. Hopefully this would mean more scientific progress in the future.
The next bouzkachi contest was between two Uzbek tribes from Fayzabad. The man with the red sash had already scored twice for his team.
Suddenly, the man rode his horse to the king, shouting: “LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!!! Long live the industrial cadres of the Socialist People’s Republic of Afghanistan!! Freedom for the workers!!! Kill the king!!! Long live the….”
- Bang.
The man fell from his horse, and grabbed his leg. The king got up, and clumsily tried to grab his own revolver. “Sit down, your majesty!.” Yunus Khan, the commander of the Kandahar army, pulled Mohammed Zahir Shah back in his chair. “You stand out in this crowd.” The general seemed unfazed, and looked around if there were more assailants. To his relief, there weren’t.
“There is no shame on the family if he acted on his own.” Prime Minister Mohammed Hashim said. “Good shot, sergeant.” The man, who had put back his gun, saluted, as soldiers dragged the assailant away, oblivious to the wound in his leg.
“I was aiming for his head, your Excellency.” the sergeant replied.
Yunus Khan added: “We are expecting a shipment of Enfields any moment now, and they are sorely needed.” He cast a long look at the Prime Minister. Muhammed Hashim stared back. The general finally conceded: “But I’m sure your Excellency does the utmost to assure a timely delivery.” Now the Prime Minister smiled, and nodded.
”I always thought you could be that petty, uncle.” the king thought.
In the Friday prayers, there were many that remembered this attempt, and many thanks were said. Foreign Secretary Zikeria called for the Soviet consul, who promised all co-operation and to extradict Russians to Afghanistan, should Russian involvement be proven. He adamantly denied government involvement, though. Both men knew that extradiction was never going to happen, and neither in Afghanistan nor in the Soviet Union government involvement would be proven. The man had probably indeed acted on his own. Both countries could keep their face now, though, and relations would remain warm(ish).
“I am terribly sorry, old chap, but those Dutch have bought a Swedish armoured car. Actually, twelve cars.”
“Then I am mistaken, monsieur.”
Soon enough the attention went back to the action outside. Though bouzkachi wasn’t the most popular in that region, the plains of Kandahar were best suited to watch the game, or rather, the mayhem.
Finally, the king arrived. He nodded to the dignitaries, and sat down. It had been a long morning. Both he and his uncle, the Prime Minister, had been talking with the tribe elders and the mullahs who had travelled to Kandahar specially for an audience with the king.
Somehow, though still within strictly defined conditions, another of king Amanullah’s original reforms was reinstated. Entry of women into special departments of higher education was, finally, allowed unopposedby the tribes. Mohammed Zahir Shah had foreseen most of the arguments, and had used the good relations with Saudi-Arabia to obtain the opinion of some of the leading Islamic scholars in Mecca and Medina, and from the Al-Azhar in Egypt. It had been almost as good as the news that his fourth child would be born in the coming winter. The king let out a sigh. He was satisfied. Hopefully this would mean more scientific progress in the future.
The next bouzkachi contest was between two Uzbek tribes from Fayzabad. The man with the red sash had already scored twice for his team.
Suddenly, the man rode his horse to the king, shouting: “LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!!! Long live the industrial cadres of the Socialist People’s Republic of Afghanistan!! Freedom for the workers!!! Kill the king!!! Long live the….”
- Bang.
The man fell from his horse, and grabbed his leg. The king got up, and clumsily tried to grab his own revolver. “Sit down, your majesty!.” Yunus Khan, the commander of the Kandahar army, pulled Mohammed Zahir Shah back in his chair. “You stand out in this crowd.” The general seemed unfazed, and looked around if there were more assailants. To his relief, there weren’t.
“There is no shame on the family if he acted on his own.” Prime Minister Mohammed Hashim said. “Good shot, sergeant.” The man, who had put back his gun, saluted, as soldiers dragged the assailant away, oblivious to the wound in his leg.
“I was aiming for his head, your Excellency.” the sergeant replied.
Yunus Khan added: “We are expecting a shipment of Enfields any moment now, and they are sorely needed.” He cast a long look at the Prime Minister. Muhammed Hashim stared back. The general finally conceded: “But I’m sure your Excellency does the utmost to assure a timely delivery.” Now the Prime Minister smiled, and nodded.
”I always thought you could be that petty, uncle.” the king thought.
In the Friday prayers, there were many that remembered this attempt, and many thanks were said. Foreign Secretary Zikeria called for the Soviet consul, who promised all co-operation and to extradict Russians to Afghanistan, should Russian involvement be proven. He adamantly denied government involvement, though. Both men knew that extradiction was never going to happen, and neither in Afghanistan nor in the Soviet Union government involvement would be proven. The man had probably indeed acted on his own. Both countries could keep their face now, though, and relations would remain warm(ish).
jmtikkan said:
Thank you. I'll do my best. The next post will be delayed. Normally I post updates during weekends, but next weekend I am too occupied, so there will be a two week lull in posting.
After this incident, the king was easily convinced of having two personal bodyguards. The security of his wife, Humaira Begum, could however pose a problem. Who was to protect her when she would be travelling alongside Mohammed Zahir Shah through the country? Men would not be allowed in the queen’s vicinity, other then because of direct physical or spiritual needs, and women were not allowed to wear arms, not even in defence of their queen.
This was a small part of the cabinet meeting, where the discussion about whether to visit the League of Nations at the Kensington Palace Conference, where Italy’s aggression against Ethiopia was to be discussed.
“Your majesty, what use will it have for Afghanistan that you make this long journey?” Mohammed Hashim wanted to know.
“We are one of those small, peace loving nations that the American president Roosevelt was talking about in his speech for the American parliament.” Mohamed Zahir Shah answered. “When my driver brought the Chevrolet home from the mechanics, somebody had left a copy of the Washington Post, which included that State of the Union.” Ever since he had read that speech, the King had wanted to read out Roosevelt’s words as a justification for his own New Year’s speech:
The Prime Minister read the copy, and frowned. After a brief silence, he finally commented: “So the American president listened to your speech? Impressive.” Mohammed Hashim’s face was inscrutable. “But that is not the answer to my question.”
“You are right, uncle.” Mohamed Zahir Shah consented. “My answer, thanks to uncle Zikeria, would be firstly, that we have been a member of the League of Nations for about one and a half year, and none of us here has ever shown his face in one of the meetings.”
“As if those meetings amount to much. We now have that invasion of Ethiopia, and in South America they did not prove to be very useful.”
“So it is best to go there, and see how those countries do their dealings, and how they can make such an institution a lame duck.”
On that interruption of the Foreign Secretary, Mohammed Hashim had to laugh. “You tempt me of saying that there are more people like you down there.”
Haji Faiz Muhammed Zikeria glared at the Prime Minister. “Maybe the president of America was thinking of you when he said that world peace and goodwill are blocked by ten to fifteen percent of the world’s population.” the Foreign Secretary finally said.
The king smiled cynically. “It are meetings like these that make me realise how well the members of the Cabinet go along. How can the rumours that I am merely a puppet be true, if the puppeteers want me to dance to three different tunes? Uncle Zikeria is right, that we –yes, uncle Hashim, we, intend to voice the concerns of Afghanistan over the growing aggression of certain countries.”
Mohammed Hashim sighed, theatrically. “Your majesty is all important for maintaining the balance of power in Afghanistan. But we must look at your safety, and the safety of the queen.”
Now Mahmud Ghazi reacted: “With so many heads of states in Kensington Palace, the English will have an adequate level of security.”
“Not to mention that foreign men are allowed to come very close to the queen.” The Prime Minister muttered.
“Perhaps the three of you could act as guards in London.” The king said. He had to smile as his three uncles struggled and failed to find an answer.
The 1936 Kensington Palace Conference of the League of Nations was as successful as, say, earlier attempts to stop France and Belgium from occupying the Ruhr area.
Kensington Palace
Picture taken from http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_th..._2136941_kensington_palace_london_england.jpg
Both Emperor Haile Selassie and Benito Mussolini were absent. While Italy was condemned again, a resolution by France and Poland, to extend the trade embargo to oil and weapons, was declined by the United Kingdom and most remaining South American members.
This was a small part of the cabinet meeting, where the discussion about whether to visit the League of Nations at the Kensington Palace Conference, where Italy’s aggression against Ethiopia was to be discussed.
“Your majesty, what use will it have for Afghanistan that you make this long journey?” Mohammed Hashim wanted to know.
“We are one of those small, peace loving nations that the American president Roosevelt was talking about in his speech for the American parliament.” Mohamed Zahir Shah answered. “When my driver brought the Chevrolet home from the mechanics, somebody had left a copy of the Washington Post, which included that State of the Union.” Ever since he had read that speech, the King had wanted to read out Roosevelt’s words as a justification for his own New Year’s speech:
Citation: John Woolley and Gerhard Peters, The American Presidency Project [online]. Santa Barbara, CA: University of California (hosted), Gerhard Peters (database). Available from World Wide Web:
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/?pid=15095).
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/?pid=15095).
The Prime Minister read the copy, and frowned. After a brief silence, he finally commented: “So the American president listened to your speech? Impressive.” Mohammed Hashim’s face was inscrutable. “But that is not the answer to my question.”
“You are right, uncle.” Mohamed Zahir Shah consented. “My answer, thanks to uncle Zikeria, would be firstly, that we have been a member of the League of Nations for about one and a half year, and none of us here has ever shown his face in one of the meetings.”
“As if those meetings amount to much. We now have that invasion of Ethiopia, and in South America they did not prove to be very useful.”
“So it is best to go there, and see how those countries do their dealings, and how they can make such an institution a lame duck.”
On that interruption of the Foreign Secretary, Mohammed Hashim had to laugh. “You tempt me of saying that there are more people like you down there.”
Haji Faiz Muhammed Zikeria glared at the Prime Minister. “Maybe the president of America was thinking of you when he said that world peace and goodwill are blocked by ten to fifteen percent of the world’s population.” the Foreign Secretary finally said.
The king smiled cynically. “It are meetings like these that make me realise how well the members of the Cabinet go along. How can the rumours that I am merely a puppet be true, if the puppeteers want me to dance to three different tunes? Uncle Zikeria is right, that we –yes, uncle Hashim, we, intend to voice the concerns of Afghanistan over the growing aggression of certain countries.”
Mohammed Hashim sighed, theatrically. “Your majesty is all important for maintaining the balance of power in Afghanistan. But we must look at your safety, and the safety of the queen.”
Now Mahmud Ghazi reacted: “With so many heads of states in Kensington Palace, the English will have an adequate level of security.”
“Not to mention that foreign men are allowed to come very close to the queen.” The Prime Minister muttered.
“Perhaps the three of you could act as guards in London.” The king said. He had to smile as his three uncles struggled and failed to find an answer.
The 1936 Kensington Palace Conference of the League of Nations was as successful as, say, earlier attempts to stop France and Belgium from occupying the Ruhr area.
Kensington Palace
Picture taken from http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_th..._2136941_kensington_palace_london_england.jpg
Both Emperor Haile Selassie and Benito Mussolini were absent. While Italy was condemned again, a resolution by France and Poland, to extend the trade embargo to oil and weapons, was declined by the United Kingdom and most remaining South American members.
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Unbelievably well written, I wish you good luck, and want you to know I'll be reading!
Miihkali said:
Thank you. I hope to keep that up.
Lafayette53 said:
Praise like this always is music to my ears! Thank you, and welcome.
At this moment I struggle with "delivering" a speech before the LoN for the next post. While pondering that over and the inevitable bickering of the three elder statesmen behind Zahir Shah's throne, I think I can safely let the game run its course through May 1936.