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Desi Arnez and castro join forces.
 
Go castro! (Yes, I know castro isn't in the game, but I don't know who is so he's Castro now :p)
 
Good luck :)
 
January 2nd, 1936:

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*Translated to English for consideration :p *

President Miguel Gomez wearily rumaged through his papers. Cuba was in worse toruble than expected. The military consisted of 2 divisions and a badly damaged destroyer. No transports....for an island. His economic advisors warned that any significant economic programs would sap the dwindling resources faster. There was only enongh rubber left for a year, maybe two if it was rationed.

"I've got to do SOMETHING ," he mumbled to himself. There was a knock on the door. Rubbing his eyes, Gomez yelled, "Come in, it's open."

Gomez's aid, Hugo Sanchez entered, "Did you call for me, sir?"

"No, no, just an old man talking to himself," Gomez sighed.

"Sir," said Hugo, looking deeply concerned, "You should get some rest."

Gomez laughed, "How can I rest when there are so many problems? Half the people can't even read, we don't have enough resources, and we can't even expand because we're on this damn island!"

"It would take some sacrifices, but maybe we could build up an army, then we could solve at least two of those problems."

Gomez sighed, "Maybe....maybe."

*sorry for such a short begining*
 
April 20th, 1936:

General Batista gazed out his office window at the scene below. An entire division of calvary milled around, going about their buisness. Officers handed them infantry rifles and took away their horses. Calvary was far too obsolete to be of any use to Gomez's plans of conquest. Turning around to face the president, Batista finally spoke.

"President, I understand you're desire to do away with the calvary, but without any navy, these infantry units will be useless. We don't even know how to build them!"

Gomez smiled, "Ah my friend, don't you fear. I promise that within two years we'll have enough transports for your men...and enough ships to protet them."

"And what will we do with all those horses? They were worth alot of money."

Taking a long puff from his cigar, Gomez contemplated this, "Maybe the Americans will buy them. You can always count on the wealthy to like horses and cigars....and we have both."

Batista couldn't help but laugh," Hmph, maybe then we can buy some worthwhile rifles. And what about those Europeans...I'm sure they wouldn't apreciate a strong and powerful Cuba."

"That new 'Emperor' Stukov the Germans have will keep them busy enough. I doubt the Europeans will care if a few islands fall under our control then."

"Then I guess there's nothing left to discuss. I'll report in on the infantry's training proceedure soon."

Gomez stood up and shook Batista's hand, "Very well. Remember that the future of Cuba is counting on us. We can't fall back under foreign control."

Batista nodded, "I understand completely Mr. President."

"Please, call me Miguel from now on, titles make my skin crawl. Here, have a cigar."

Batista shook his head, "No thanks, I've already got a bunch."

*Note : the German situation refers to the events that took place in my last AAR *
 
July 18th, 1936:

President Gomez has reviewing the report sent by Batista about the completion of a 3rd division when Hugo walked in.

Looking up from the report Gomez asekd, "What is it Hugo?"

"I thought you might want to know this sir. News about it just reached here," handing Gomez a small teligram.

Gomez's face lit up, "A Spanish civil war, eh?" Gomez started laughing, spinning around in his chair, "Serves them right for opressing us for so many years!"

Silence fell over the office, Hugo began to look nervous, "Um....there is one more thing..."

Gomez looked at his aide with concern, "What's wrong?"

Hugo hesitated, then began, "Well...with all this military buildup...I was wondering if I was going to be drafted? I....I don't think I'd be suitable for the army and...."

Gomez raised his hand, interupting his youdg aide, "Hugo, you're more valuable to me here in my office. Besides, you're too qualified to be drafted."

Hugo looked at the president quizickly, "I am?"

"Of course, you're literate!"
 
November 6th, 1937:

Vice Admiral Fuentes fumbled with his papers as he stumbled into Gomez's office.

"Mr. President, contruction of the first group of transports is underway...finally."

Gomez simply stared at the Vice Admiral, "Admiral, exactly how long will it take before we have enough transports to carry all 3 of Batista's divisions?"

Shuffling through his papers, Fuentes carefully pulled out a paper and scanned it, "Um...let's see....the ships will all be completed by...mid-November 1938..." Fuentes flinched, waiting for the President's reaction.

"You realize of course...." Gomez said slowly and deliberately, "That the transports were to by completed by August at the latest. And now you're telling me that you can't have them ready by November !?"

Sweat dripped down Fuentes' face, "Well...um....you see....we're....almost out of oil....and our rubber stockpile is gone..."

Gomez's face grew red, "Don't you think I know this already!? I want you to get those transports ready no later than mid-October...no excuses. If you can't, then I'll find someone who can. You are dismissed Admiral."

Fuentes briskly walked out the door, the papers in his hands nearly falling to the floor. Before he left, Fuentes mumbled, "Yes sir," and exited the office.
 
October 18th, 1938:

Throngs of people stood on the streets of Havana, cheering and clapping as the First Army marched past. Confetti and streamers flew from nearby buildings. Infantry lined shoulder to shoulder marched in unison. The infantry turned their heads and saluted to President Gomez who stood waving from the balcony of his palace office. To his right was General Batista, saluting and waving to the people below. To Gomez's left stood Vice Admiral Fuegos, no longer the nervous wreck he was almost a year ago.

Over the cheers of the people, Gomez spoke, "Well Admiral, you did it. Excellent work."

The Admiral nodded, "Those are the best transports Cuba's ever had. They'll do their job."

Batista remained silent, but continued to wave to the crowd below.

Gomez turned to his right, "You should relax a bit General, you'll find it does wonders for your health."

"What about smoking 3 cigars a day Miguel?" Batista finally said.

The president chuckled, "At least I have good taste in cigars. So which country should we....'liberate' first? Haiti? The Dominican Republic?"

Batista hesitated, "I'm not sure either of them would be the best choice...I was thinking more along the lines of Honduras or Nicauraga."

Gomez turned to face the General, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we're out of rubber, and both those countries have it in quantity. Either of them would be just as easy to conquer as Haiti and the Dominican Republic."

Gomez remained silent for a moment, then burst into a smile, "Whatever you say friend. I'm sure the Admiral here wouldn't mind at all."

Fuegos nodded, "No problem."

Gomez lit up, "Then it's settled!" the president turned his attention back to the crowd. The troops kept marching past.
 
September 1st, 1939:

News of war in Europe spread like wildfire through Cuba. People across the country were all wondering, would Cuba join? Or would they stay nuetral in this distant conflict? For President Gomez, it was a simple choice.

"Tell the British ambassador," said Gomez to Hugo who was dictating the president's response to the invitation to join the Allies, "that Cuba has no desire to become involved in a conflict that we have no reason to participate in in the near future."

Hugo finished writing the message on a piece of paper and asked, "But what about all those troops that you've trained over the last 3 years?"

Gomez chuckled, "My friend, I have much more important plans for the country...don't you worry."

*Seidita: Neutral, but we'll see how the war develops*
 
Nice start so far. Can't wait to see how far you get in expanding your empire!
 
Its quite interesting how you only realize the huge power of minors when you actually play them.
 
July 12th, 1940:

"Incoming!" yelled the sergeant. Artillery rounds began plummeting down onto the oncoming Cuban troops of the 1st Division.

Private Demetrio Sanchez dropped his cup of coffee and hit the dirt. The ground behind him exploded in clouds of dirt and mud.

"Sanchez!" yelled the sergeant, "Take out that machine gun nest!" Demetrio nodded and took off at a sprint. The soldiers of A Company open fire on a pair of Guatemalen infantry, covering Demetrio's charge. The whisteling howl of artillery grew louder, explosions landing all around him.

Jumping behind the pitiful remains of a tree, he leaned over, scanning the ruined landscape before him. A pile of sandbags lay 20 yards to his right, a machine gun crew hurredly reloading their World War 1 era machine gun. Shouldering his rifle, Sanchez took aim.

The muzzle of a Colt .45 pistol pushed into Demetrio's back, "What do you think you're doing, cigar roler?" came a hoarse voice from behind him. Before the man could even flinch, Demetrio whirled around, ramming the butt of his rifle into the man's chest. The Gautemalan let out a muffled groan and crumpled to the ground.

Immediately, Demetrio turned back to the machine gun nest, took aim and quickly snapped off 2 shots. The first went high, but the second hit the gunner square in the head, who crumpled over his gun. With the gun silenced, the infantry in A Company charged head long into the Guatemalan defenses. Bullets whizzing all around, men began falling like flies.

A nightmarish battlecry went up from the Cuban troops as they stormed past the machine gun nest. The crews of two artillery batteries fled in terror, running blindly into the jungle forest. The Cubans quickly turned the guns around and began firing blindly into the retreating Guatemalens.

Demetrio took off at a fast sprint, following his comrades after the fleeing infantry. After moments of sturggling through the thick jungle foliage, Demetrio stumbled out into a grassy clearing. Just in front of him, a wall of infantry opened up. Instantly, Demetrio dropped to the ground, clods of dirt spitting up into the air. Grabbing a grenade, he quickly flipped the pin and hurled it into the enemy lines. The grenade exploded, sending several men flying in pieces. Artillery shells began to fall into the enemy troops, forcing them to retreat further and further.

A faint yell went up around Demetrio, "Hold position! Hold position!" Demetrio stood up and looked around. The Guatemalens had fallen back again, and several wounded Cubans were being carried off on stretchers. A pair of grimy Cubans approached Demetrio.

"Nice job Private, we sure gave em hell," Demtrio nodded in appreciation.

The other man spoke up, "You should get someone to look into that," Demetrio looked at where the man was pointing. A piece of metal was protruding from his shoulder, a trickle of flood flowing down his uniform, mixing in with the grim and dirt.

Demetrio couldn't help but laugh, before collapsing to the ground exhausted.

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On June 27th, Cuba declared war on the country of Guatemala. Within a week, General Batista had landed the 1st Army in the British controlled city of Belize. The British has allowed the 1st Army military access in order to flank the Guatemalan army. After 6 days of exhausting marches through the Central American jungles, the 3 divisions of the 1st army stumbled into the Guatemalans.

The result was a running battle, from July 12th to July 22nd, with the Cubans continually pushing the Guatemalans back towards the capitol. After heavy fighting near the outskirts of Guatemla City, the Cubans broke through and siezed control. The next day, President Gomez declared that the country of Guatemala was officially part of Cuba.

The war was a complete success for Cuba. The plan went perfectly. The army and navy recieved vital war experience and Cub itself attained vital stockpiles of rubber and oil. But Cubas fight was far from over.
 
Nice AAR. Some questions though. How much IC do you have and how much dissent.

Merlin.