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Great app. Small error: Napoleon's final defeat was in 1822, not 21. Unless even I messed something up somewhere.


Edited, thanks.

@CaptainBritton, So, what will be your reaction to me eventually sending your countryman back to Bavaria from his 'Kingdom' in Greece?


Otto would've been raised essentially by Montgelas and the surviving Wittelsbach royals in the absence of his father (who died shortly before he was born in this timeline). He would likely not be as much of a Philhellene this time line due to his father not having that influence upon him, but nevertheless Otto took a lot of exiled Bavarian ministers with him (namely former Minister of Finance Josef Ludwig von Armansperg who was the willing scapegoat for Montgelas' disastrous tax on Catholic land and clergy). I'd imagine the Bavarian government would welcome Otto and his ministers back readily but the people of Bavaria aren't fans of Otto or his ministers.

Bavaria here. Time to lose 30,000 men in a continental war again.
>>>The Oval Office, Washington D.C., USA
>>>March 25th, 1991

”General-”

”That’s Mr. Brown, Mr. President. I’m retired, remember.” The black suited man pointedly corrected, sitting comfortably in a plush chair across the Resolute desk.

The President, for his part, sat in his tall-backed leather chair, hands gripping a fountain pen idly. He hadn’t slept a full night for what felt like weeks, and it took all he had to take day after day of press conferences and interviews.

”Right. Mr. Brown. You’re wondering why you’re here.” Hunter spoke stilted, broaching the subject with a characteristic smirk.

”Is this about Quebec?” Arthur E. Brown Jr. was a retired General. West Point graduate, former Vice Chief of Staff of the Army, and once upon a time, part of the NATO Military Committee in Belgium.

He was as straight a shooter as they came, and was one of the few people that could make Hunter uncomfortable.

”Ah, yes. That would be it, Mr. Brown.” President Hunter replied sternly, clearing his throat. ”Your experience puts you in a unique position. One I can’t source from any of my current cabinet members.”

Arthur was silent, brushing his fingertips on the padded chair arm, sighing. ”What’s the aim here, Mr. President?

Hunter slid the packet across the desk. ”I need you to make this go away. You know NATO better than anyone. I’ll give you your own staff, you exhaust every non-military measure you know to make sure we don’t have Frogs crossing the border and traipsing all over Ontario.”

Arthur took a moment of deliberation, before posing a query, ”And if I say no?”

”You go back to whatever it is you do at that tech institute in Lowcountry South Carolina.” Hunter rebutted, staunching his worry and putting on his face of confidence. He called the bluff.

”Right. Give me a week to get my affairs in order. I’ll be in touch, Mr. President.” That was as straight an answer as Hunter could’ve hoped for. His worry faded as he stood, shaking hands with the General.

”And Mr. President, call me Art.”



>>>Toronto, Canada
>>>March 26th, 1991

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"-they just turned over a street car!

"Ma'am, where is this happening?"

"Corner of Queen and Jarvis. Please hurry."

>>>Three hours later.

The 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment of the Tennessee National Guard was officially in Ontario for 'springtime maneuvers'.

Corporal Raeder knew that was bullshit. In fact, just about everyone did, and the reality that he, and the rest of 3rd Squadron's Troop L were in the back of a deuce-and-a-half truck rolling through downtown Toronto proved it.

It was unusually chilly for March in Lower Ontario, but a sickly, acrid smell of smoke permeated the mostly abandoned street, bringing a false warmth radiating from the asphalt. The truck rolled as one of a dozen down an eerily empty street. Raeder craned his neck as they rode by a bale of concertina wire, stretched through an alley and manned by a pair of Canucks from Toronto PD.

The Corporal looked forward along the enfilade of the convoy, centering his sight on the lead vehicle: An M113 armored personnel carrier, an ugly aluminum box on treads. The machine held what looked like a communications array where the pintle gun was meant to be. And were it not for the prior briefing, Raeder would've mistaken it as just that.

Instead, this was the Army's perfect opportunity to test the latest in riot control technology.

'They call it the Active Denial System,' he recalled the briefing before they rolled out. He didn’t understand the technology, but it supposedly made you feel like you were being boiled alive without even leaving a scratch on you.

The truck rolled to a stop, a soft hiss and whine sounding as the driver pumped the brakes.

"All out!"

Raeder instinctively stood, shuffling into a line with the rest of his squaddies. He pulled his rifle over his shoulder, noting the empty magazine well. Every man was issued two thirty-round magazines for the excursion, each with hundred-mile-an-hour tape over the feed lips. The tape only came off if the Colonel gave the order. The hell did the Colonel know? He was still back at the TOC.




>>>White House Press Briefing Room, Washington D.C., USA
>>>March 27th, 1991

Secretary of State Thomas Hudson was assaulted with a brilliant flash of cameras and a barrage of questions as he took the podium.

“Mr. Secretary, what’s the US stance on the escalation of police violence in Toronto?”

“Mr. Secretary, what do you have to say about the ‘microwave gun’ the military used yesterday?”

“Mr. Secretary-”

Hudson put up a hand, thumb tucked into his palm.

“That’ll be enough, please save any questions until the end.”

Returning the hand to the sheet of paper on the podium, he straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

“Yesterday, there was a mass civil disturbance in Downtown Toronto, including destruction of property and a degree of violence enacted against both civilian and police personnel in the employ of the City of Toronto. At the request of the Toronto Police Service and Mayor Eggleton, an element of the United States Army partaking in training maneuvers was diverted to provide security for City Hall, allowing crucial police personnel to respond to the civil disturbance.”

He paused, turning the packet to the second page before looking up at the gathered press.

“In order to secure City Hall from a group of agitators, the Army personnel deployed countermeasures in the form of tear gas and active denial systems to ensure the integrity and safety of City Hall and its employees. We’ll take questions now.” He looked up, pointing towards the CBS journalist in the second row. Out of the corner of his eye, a female aide was beckoning him.

“One moment, folks.” He stepped back from the podium, moving off into the concealment of the curtains.

>>>Thirty minutes later.

“-good afternoon, Dan. We’re live from the White House Press Room, where President Hunter is about to give an unplanned televised statement.” The female CBS newscaster spoke matter-of-factly, stepping clear of the frame as the camera zoomed on a grim-looking President Hunter at the podium.

“Good afternoon, my fellow Americans. Today, at 11:13 AM, Eastern Standard Time, I was notified by the North American Aerospace Defense Command, or NORAD as you know it, of a deliberate attack on United States military personnel on the coast of Nova Scotia in Canada. The attack was carried out by a squadron of French jet fighters under orders of OTAN against NORAD facilities along the Canadian Eastern Seaboard, resulting in the injury of at least six soldiers, followed by a landing of military forces as part of an OTAN resolution. This attack, at a time of crisis in both the United States and Canada, and indeed across the North American continent, is a display of heartless contempt for the security of the North American community.

We stand in solidarity with our Canadian brothers and sisters, with whom our fate as free people are inextricably intertwined. As such, I met with Acting Prime Minister Harper by phone mere hours ago, and have presented a united front by which the North American community will abide:

We demand an immediate halt of advance by OTAN forces in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. We demand the withdrawal of these forces, as well as the withdrawal of any OTAN-affiliated military vessels off of the Canadian coast. We demand that OTAN removes itself from the affairs of sovereign Canada, and allows order to be established on the terms of the Canadian government and its people. The consequences for failing to meet these demands will be far-reaching and firm. The security of the American people is the security of the Canadian people, and to threaten American security is to fill with resolve an entire people who value freedom above all else.”


Apologies for taking so long, was at marching band camp for the past week with little to no internet access. I would be absolutely interested. I especially would be eyeing that RTO spot, as I've got a pretty intricate familiarity with documentation on the AN/PRC-77 manpack radio.

While not part of the 173rd, my dad was part of the 101st and participated in their last unit-wide jump before they lost jump status. He deployed to the Nam as part of the 62nd Engineer Combat Battalion (Heavy) and was what is now the 91B Wheeled Vehicle Mechanic MOS (may have been 63C back then?). His duty posts outside of Vietnam included Fort Campbell, Fort Hood, and Schofield Barracks, and his main post in-country was Phan Rang Air Force Base, where he participated mainly in vehicle recovery and construction projects until withdrawal in 1974. He ETS'd in 1976 at the grade of Specialist 4.


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