Wow, I can't believe I said Utah!
I guess that's what you get when you stay up for 40-odd hours straight (I guess I got a little confused with Turtledove's Mormon revolt, etc.).I meant New Mexico.
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Wow, I can't believe I said Utah!
I guess that's what you get when you stay up for 40-odd hours straight (I guess I got a little confused with Turtledove's Mormon revolt, etc.).I meant New Mexico.
Thanks for telling me Maddogg! I'll do that and I am looking forward to reading the next part of this story.
I'm a huge fan of Harry Turtledove. Great job, Constantine! Can you submit a zoomed-in screenshot? I'm anxious to see what kind of flag your "rebels" are supporting? The battle flag or the national flag?
Sorry about the lack of updates, the whole shuttle thing and me getting my transcripts together for the navy is eating my time..
I'll try and write up another thing tomorrow morning.
I'll try and write up another thing tomorrow morning.
Construction on Jackson Line Begins!
For those living in the northern edges of the Confederacy the sound has probably been unbearable. Drilling, blasting, and other such sounds have made for sleepless nights for thousands of Confederate citizens. Indeed, the sounds and military presence around the construction zones have been the talk of the Confederacy for quite some time. However, until now, noone knew what was going on and people merely speculated. The government today made a statement to the press anouncing that this is, indeed, the famed Jackson Line.
Planned in late 1924 as a line of protection against possible Yankee aggression, it gained notoriety only through the procrastination of the Confederacy to build it. Constant pressure from the North not to build it may have helped to prolong its beginning.
The Jackson Line is a line of fortifications that will run from New Mexico to the Atlantic along the Confederate-Yankee border. Consisting of watch towers, listening posts, small scale forts and stationary defense posts, the line was designed originally to provide the Confederacy not only early warning of a Yankee invasion but a first line of defence.
The military has championed this as the most important advance in Confederate defense policy in the past 40 years. President Featherston told the public in his speech today that,"...the damnyankees will not dictate to the Confederacy how we can and cannot defend ourselves." He went on to announce the construction of the line. The Armies of N. Virginia, Tennessee, and the Seqoyah Corps have all been put on the job of building the line.
So now, while the Yankees look down from the North in fear, the Confederacy will have a line of protection. It is, according to sources in the military and the President's administration, easily upgradeable in to a much more powerful line of defenses. So now you can all sleep well, knowing the sound that disturbs you is merely the sound of progress.
(c) 1936, Richmond Star
For those living in the northern edges of the Confederacy the sound has probably been unbearable. Drilling, blasting, and other such sounds have made for sleepless nights for thousands of Confederate citizens. Indeed, the sounds and military presence around the construction zones have been the talk of the Confederacy for quite some time. However, until now, noone knew what was going on and people merely speculated. The government today made a statement to the press anouncing that this is, indeed, the famed Jackson Line.
Planned in late 1924 as a line of protection against possible Yankee aggression, it gained notoriety only through the procrastination of the Confederacy to build it. Constant pressure from the North not to build it may have helped to prolong its beginning.
The Jackson Line is a line of fortifications that will run from New Mexico to the Atlantic along the Confederate-Yankee border. Consisting of watch towers, listening posts, small scale forts and stationary defense posts, the line was designed originally to provide the Confederacy not only early warning of a Yankee invasion but a first line of defence.
The military has championed this as the most important advance in Confederate defense policy in the past 40 years. President Featherston told the public in his speech today that,"...the damnyankees will not dictate to the Confederacy how we can and cannot defend ourselves." He went on to announce the construction of the line. The Armies of N. Virginia, Tennessee, and the Seqoyah Corps have all been put on the job of building the line.
So now, while the Yankees look down from the North in fear, the Confederacy will have a line of protection. It is, according to sources in the military and the President's administration, easily upgradeable in to a much more powerful line of defenses. So now you can all sleep well, knowing the sound that disturbs you is merely the sound of progress.
(c) 1936, Richmond Star
very good! they way you write the story keeps me begging for more! ever thought about writing a book?
Nathan let loose a mighty hauker over the starboard side of his boat. He'd only joined the Navy 6 months ago, and already he hated it. They always gave him the crappy jobs. "Mop this, clean that, fix this trash can, clean the uniforms." He wondered if he'd ever get a real job that would actually be worth something on this goddamned floating fortress. This was the Virginia, the mightiest battleship in the fleet. Sporting massive deck guns and an imposing sillouhette, it was the pride and joy of the Confederate fleet. The Navy hadn't had the best funding it could have, and so the fleet was considerably smaller than it was twenty years previous during the Great War. Still, it was the sailors who ended up snagging the women first. It's why Nathan joined, he'd heard the stories of sailors coming in to port and going in to town. He swore at himself under his breath for ever considering this god awful job.
"Mighty fine evening, eh Nate?" his friend, indeed only friend on this ship, Leo asked. "I'll be damned if it is," Nathan replied, the chill in his voice obvious. "I'd jump over'n swim straight back home if I wouldna get eaten by some godawful sea monster or shot for desertin." He meant it too. Nate had quite possibly inherited the worst Navy experience possibile. He'd got off on the wrong foot with Petty Officer Harrison on the first day and ever since it had been one day after another of shameless punishment for the silliest things, such as having a button misaligned or the belt mere millimeters out of position. The punishments were always without mercy. If Nate complained, they only got worse and the Admiral never bothered to deal with it anyways. "Don't let him get you down Nate. One day you'll get the last laugh, Bible says so." Nate snorted at the thought of religion. Leo was a religious monster, always trying to convery Nathan to the faith. "That there book ain't never done me no good and I'll be damned if God ain't out to get me too."
The waves washed against the ship noisily that night. Winds were picking up, looked like a storm might be gathering on the horizon. The sun was setting though and soon there'd either be lightning or nothing. The chill in the air made both the boys think rain. "Don't you talk like that Nate, or God'll strike you down sure as day." At that, Nate cracked a sly grin. "Then let him do it and get it over with." Nate took another shot at the water with his spit, though with the way the ship churned up the waves he'd never know if he made a splash. Leo shook his head at the crazy Seqoyan. If Nate had been born with any manners they'd long since disappeared. "You know what you need, mate?" Leo asked. "What could I possibly need that I can find on this floating shithole?" Leo pulled out a bottle of brandy and shook it tauntingly in front of his face. They drank it with glee, neither had had a real drink since last time they put in at Miami. The sun continued on its downard journey and in its wake the moon appeared, stars being increasingly blotted by the clouds.
They both wandered in to the lower decks once the chill became too much. They were technically off duty that night, though with the possibility of a storm coming Nate was sure Harrison would find some way to have him out in the rain. He vowed he'd beat the snot out of him if he tried, but knew he'd follow orders in the end. And so they ended the night with a game of cards. Lucky for Nate, Harrison had no interest in getting wet and didn't bother to drag him up on deck. The rain did come, and it was vile stuff. The wind made it horizontal at times and the night watchman ended up in the infirmary with hypothermia. He couldn't have cared less though, he was sleeping soundly in his bunk and would be for some hours yet.
"Mighty fine evening, eh Nate?" his friend, indeed only friend on this ship, Leo asked. "I'll be damned if it is," Nathan replied, the chill in his voice obvious. "I'd jump over'n swim straight back home if I wouldna get eaten by some godawful sea monster or shot for desertin." He meant it too. Nate had quite possibly inherited the worst Navy experience possibile. He'd got off on the wrong foot with Petty Officer Harrison on the first day and ever since it had been one day after another of shameless punishment for the silliest things, such as having a button misaligned or the belt mere millimeters out of position. The punishments were always without mercy. If Nate complained, they only got worse and the Admiral never bothered to deal with it anyways. "Don't let him get you down Nate. One day you'll get the last laugh, Bible says so." Nate snorted at the thought of religion. Leo was a religious monster, always trying to convery Nathan to the faith. "That there book ain't never done me no good and I'll be damned if God ain't out to get me too."
The waves washed against the ship noisily that night. Winds were picking up, looked like a storm might be gathering on the horizon. The sun was setting though and soon there'd either be lightning or nothing. The chill in the air made both the boys think rain. "Don't you talk like that Nate, or God'll strike you down sure as day." At that, Nate cracked a sly grin. "Then let him do it and get it over with." Nate took another shot at the water with his spit, though with the way the ship churned up the waves he'd never know if he made a splash. Leo shook his head at the crazy Seqoyan. If Nate had been born with any manners they'd long since disappeared. "You know what you need, mate?" Leo asked. "What could I possibly need that I can find on this floating shithole?" Leo pulled out a bottle of brandy and shook it tauntingly in front of his face. They drank it with glee, neither had had a real drink since last time they put in at Miami. The sun continued on its downard journey and in its wake the moon appeared, stars being increasingly blotted by the clouds.
They both wandered in to the lower decks once the chill became too much. They were technically off duty that night, though with the possibility of a storm coming Nate was sure Harrison would find some way to have him out in the rain. He vowed he'd beat the snot out of him if he tried, but knew he'd follow orders in the end. And so they ended the night with a game of cards. Lucky for Nate, Harrison had no interest in getting wet and didn't bother to drag him up on deck. The rain did come, and it was vile stuff. The wind made it horizontal at times and the night watchman ended up in the infirmary with hypothermia. He couldn't have cared less though, he was sleeping soundly in his bunk and would be for some hours yet.
Great AAR! I've allways hoped that somebody could do AAR about civil war! (MODERN civil war)
