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srndac -> RE: European Diplomacy v2 AI+ (9/17/2009 4:38:28 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Jeffrey H.
Soldiers of the Balkan Southern Army Group.....
You are about to take part in the greatest battle in our history.
This struggle against the Turks is now in your hands.
We win or lose by your individual efforts, your bravery, your sacrifice.
Good luck, good hunting and godspeed !
That is all, to your positions !
(As the highly-sensitive radio receiver begins to crank out the sounds of a Balkan Military March, which is only an obvious follow-up to the speech that just ended, two men turn to look at each other across the large boulder that serves as a prop for their radio, here at their hideout deep in the Greek mountains.)
Sidney Nettleson: Well, I say, that was quite a pep-talk there, eh Gus?
Gus Tarballs: Yeah, I suppose Hitlerjugend heard somethin' like that too ... just before they were shipped off to Russia to get blown to smithereens ...
Sid: Oh, come, come, you can't possibly compare this guy to Hitler. Besides, he might still have a chance to make it happen. Don't you think so?
Gus: Hell no! Take a look at the map, Sid. This guy just went and put his nuts right between a rock and a hard place. He barely managed to create one nice and safe front, which would hold off Turkey real nice while he slugs it out with Scandinavia, and he just went and reopened it.
Sid: Yes, you're right. It's just like Germany in both world wars. They went on spreading their resources over several fronts, and got beaten.
Gus: Yep - that's right. (nods) Remember how I did it in Arulco? One goddamn town at a time - just go in, take out the bastards, clean up the town, set up some militia to defend it, and then move on to the next. The countryside was clean in no time. And by the time we went to take out that bitch-queen Deirdranna in Meduna, even those poor rebel amateurs that joined us were just as good as any piss-pant so-called guarsman of the Queen's-own-freakin'-Division.
Sid: Yes, those were the good old days. (looks off into the distance for a moment) And, yes, it's true, Carlos, Miguel and Dimitri were much better soldiers than any enemy at the end of the war. (soft chuckle) Hardly surprising, though. Scope was training them, after all.
Gus: Yeah, that was some gal - one of the best snipers I ever had. How is she, by the way?
(The conversation has turned to more private discussion from here on, and as it had no relevance to the events now transpiring in the world, we'll leave our two mercenaries to chat peacefully over a nice cup of tea - or coffea - whatever)
End of story.
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