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This AAR was created using the Road to War scenario with the 1.06c patch. Any comments, suggestions, questions, etc are welcome. Also, if you would like to be included in the AAR, let me know what position you would like to fill, and I'll see what I can do for you. All positions are open, I don't mind any cabinet member having an 'unfortunate accident' to clear the path. Enjoy...


- 19:00 December 31, 1935 -

It was an especially cold, snowy New Year's Eve in Belgrade. In an excessively large, dimly lit office, Yugoslav Prime Minister Boguljub Jevtic sat signing papers. Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. This surprised him; he was under the impression that everyone else in the building had left the building for the night. Before he had time to think about it any further, the Chief of Staff, Danilo Kalafatovic and the Head of Military Intelligence, Borivoje Josimovic stepped into his office.

"Mr. Prime Minister, may we have a word with you?" Josimovic asked.

"Make it quick, I promised to take my wife out for New Year's. She's really been on my case to spend more time with her lately." Jevtic said absentmindedly, still signing through a stack of paperwork.

"Sir, as you know, every country along our southern border wants to get their hands on Macedonia. They'll come after it before too long. And with the Fascists in power in Italy, Germany and Hungary, we believe it is only a matter of time before they try to expand. General Kalafatovic and I have a plan to neutralize the threat from Albania, Bulgaria, and Greece before we are forced into a two front war."

Jevtic put down his pen and looked up at the two men. "You have nothing to worry about. Italy has its hands tied up in the east African campaign. We are on reasonably friendly terms with the Austrians, they wouldn't allow Germany to use their country as a staging ground to invade us, and Hungary wouldn't dare make a move against us on their own. We can't afford to stir up international sentiment against us by conducting a series of pre-emptive invasions against countries which have shown no previous aggression toward us."

Kalafatovic stepped forward and pulled a folder out from under his arm. "That is where you're wrong, Mr. Prime Minister. Our informer in the Bulgarian High Command sent this today." He handed the folder to Jevtic. As he looked through it, his eyes opened wide, there were detailed maps, photographs, troop placements, projected casualty reports, even a list of government ministers to be executed when the capital was taken. All three men were on the list. There was no denying it; Bulgaria and Greece were planning a joint invasion on February 1st! Albania for its part, would commit no troops, but would covertly provide logistic and material support. It was all there in black and white.

"Does Stojadinovic (the Foreign Minister) know about this?" Jevtic asked.

"Yes, he has gone to Sofia to try and negotiate with the Bulgarians." Josimovic said.

Kalafatovic looked confused and started to speak when he was silenced with a glare from Josimovic. Jevtic was too shaken to notice.

"I still can't believe they would try something like this." Jevtic mumbled nervously.

Jevtic was shaking so hard he was on the verge of collapse, but he managed to light a cigarette and take a series of short drags from it before responding. He slowly stood up and turned his back to them. "I need to think about this." he dismissed the two men with a wave of his hand.

"Sir?" Kalafatovic asked.

Jevtic looked over his shoulder with such an immense sadness in his eyes that Josimovic and Kalafatovic left the room without another word. Jevtic picked up the phone and called his wife.

"Hello?"
"Darling..."
"Boguljub, is that you?"
"..."
"Hurry up and get home, Djuro and Mira Dragicevic are waiting for us at the ballet."
"Not tonight..."
"But you promis..."
"Not tonight..."

With that, he hung up the phone. He poured a glass of plum brandy and walked over to the window. Just then, the telephone rang. Jevtic looked over his shoulder at the phone then turned away and continued staring out into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Josimovic and Kalafatovic had made their way out of the government office, and were standing in front of Josimovic's car. Kalafatovic asked, "Why did you tell the Prime Minister that Stojadinovic knew about the plan? Obviously he'll ask about it in the morning. You've ruined us!" Josimovic rebuked him. "Shut up, Danilo! Remember, this was my plan, not yours. I have everything under control. Just leave the Foreign Minister to me. He still has a very important part to play." Josimovic snickered and stepped into his car. Kalafatovic asked, "Do you think Jevtic will fall for it?" Josimovic looked at him and said, "He has to, or we are both dead men." He tapped his driver on the shoulder and the car sped into the snow-filled night.


---Just a taste of things to come---

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22:00 December 31, 1935 Yugoslav/Bulgarian Border, near the city of Nis

Josimovic’s car pulled up to an abandoned farmhouse on the edge of a snow-covered field. The Minister of Security, Prince Pavle was waiting for him out front with two uniformed security agents. Pavle was a powerful figure, in addition to being the Minister of Security; he was also King Peter II’s uncle, and regent until the boy king came of age. Josimovic stepped out of the car and saluted the prince.

“Have you informed the Prime Minister?” the prince asked.

“Yes your highness. Either he will go to war, or he will resign. Regardless, we get what we want.”

“Excellent. I believe the Foreign Minister is waiting for us inside.” The prince said with a smirk.

The men entered the farmhouse and headed into the cellar. As they opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, the Foreign Minister Milan Stojadinovic stopped pacing and looked over at them.

“What’s going on here? Josimovic, you know me, I’m no traitor, what are they talking about?”

“Milan, Milan, Milan…Of course you’re not a traitor. In fact, you’re about to save your country. You’ll go down in the history books as a hero.” Josimovic replied as he drew his revolver.

“Oh God, Borivoje! What are you doing? What about my family?”

“Stop sniveling Milan! This is bigger than you or your family; this is about our nation’s survival. When the Fascists invade, Bulgaria is sure to side with them. Albania and Greece won’t hold out long against Italian aggression. If we don’t strike now, we will be annihilated. Do you think Hitler and Mussolini will spare your family? All they understand is brute force. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. In light of our friendship, I’ll give you the option of taking this in the back, it’ll be a lot more pleasant for both of us.”

Stojadinovic looked pleading at Prince Pavle, but he was trying to light a cigarette and was paying no attention. He looked at the two security officers playing cards in the corner. His eyes filled with tears, he nodded and said in a clear solemn tone, “Take care of my family, Borivoje.” With that, he turned and faced the wall. Outside, a single gunshot was heard. A few moments later, the prince and Josimovic emerged from the house.

“Well, there’s really no turning back now.” Josimovic said with an unsteadying degree of calmness in his voice.

“My men know what to do from here. What about the Chief of Staff?” the prince asked.

“Kalafatovic has done his part, the 90mm guns we requested are already in position and manned by a hand picked crew wearing Bulgarian uniforms. By this time tomorrow, we will be mobilizing for war.”
 
00:00 January 1, 1936

The phone on his desk awakened Prime Minister Jevtic. He groped for the receiver and put it to his ear.

“Jevtic here.”

A nervous sounding voice came over the other end. “Mr. Prime Minister, this is Army Chief Cincar-Markovic. I just received a report from the Nis garrison. The city of Nis is under siege by the Bulgarian Army. They’ve just unleashed a barrage of artillery fire!”

“That’s impossible, this isn’t supposed to happen for another month!” Jevtic immediately realized his slip of the tongue.

“Sir? What are you talking about? I repeat, the city of Nis is under heavy fire. What are your orders?” Cincar-Markovic asked, more nervous than ever.

“Yes… yes… return fire, but DO NOT pursue them over the border. Come to my office immediately!” Jevtic replied and hung up.

He was about to summon the other commanders of the armed forces when the phone rang again.

“What!?”

“Sir, this is Kalafatovic. The Greeks are massing on the border, they’re poised to invade!”

“Dammit! Get the chiefs of the Navy and the Air Force in my office immediately. Give the order to repel any forces that cross the border but do not engage them if they don’t strike first. God help us.”

“Sir, there’s something else…The Bulgarians just executed the Foreign Minister.”

“Oh God… Assemble the entire cabinet, and wake the king. This is going to be a very long night.


04:00 January 1, 1936

In the war room in the basement of the government offices, the cabinet was trying to plan a course of action.

“Gentlemen, never before has our nation faced such a grave threat.” Josimovic began. “Less than twelve hours ago, we received word that the Greeks, Albanians, and Bulgarians were planning an invasion scheduled for one month from today. It seems that this was a ploy to make us believe we had time to prepare. Their first troops crossed our border just after midnight. General Kalafatovic has a plan to counter-attack and push into enemy territory before they can reassemble. General.”

The stone-faced men at the table turned to Kalafatovic. He took a long sip of brandy before he addressed the cabinet. Through the bottom of the glass, he saw the prince nod at him.

“We have managed to push the enemy back over the border. They are disorganized, so if we strike immediately, we can knock them out of key positions. I’ve ordered 6 additional infantry divisions to be conscripted. They should be ready for action by April 1st. We estimate that we can neutralize the Bulgarian threat and cut off the Albanian supply train by mid-February. This leaves only the Greeks. Their forces constitute the biggest threat. If we can take the wide northern region, we can force our way down the peninsula as I’ve shown here.”

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“Couldn’t we just give in to their demands?” The speaker was the former Deputy, now Acting Foreign Minister, Momcilo Nincic.

Josimovic immediately shot back, “Do you think they would be satisfied with just Macedonia? That was just a pretense for war. They executed a government minister, your former boss, I might add. No, they mean to destroy us completely, this is the only way.” Humiliated, Nincic sunk in his seat.

The twelve-year-old monarch Peter II was the next to speak. Addressing all those present, he began, “There really is little point in my being here. I have faith in our armed forces and in your leadership; I leave the nation’s fate in your hands.” They all rose as the king took his leave.

Jevtic asked, “Anything else, Kalafatovic?” The general shook his head. Jevtic brushed his hand through his moustache before continuing, “Do the joint chiefs accept this plan? Yes? Alright. Begin putting this into action immediately. I’ll see you all back here in 8 hours, try to get some sleep.”
 
cyborgevo said:
Wow War already? :eek:



But yes go on Crush them all!!!

By the way, how s your dissent coming? Im guessing 20 points?

Oh yes, three simultaneous DoWs has shaken me down pretty bad. More like 60%...The people are PISSED! It's crippling my planned advance, but oh well.

I thought I'd try a new spin on an old strategy. Albania is always up for grabs if you go for it before the end of '36. I usually use it as my staging ground for the European invasion when I play a country outside of Europe. I thought I'd shake it up for the story's sake.
 
Oh yes, three simultaneous DoWs has shaken me down pretty bad. More like 60%...The people are PISSED! It's crippling my planned advance, but oh well.

Ouch... thats gonna hurt your div. effeciency... Plan to bring it down sometime during the near future...?