The Atrocity- A British AAR

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Chapter XI

May 14th 1936- Office of the Editor of the Times: Henry Williamson-
William Joyce: Are you aware of what we want you to do?
Henry Williamson: Yes Sir. Claim the previous editor died of a heart attack after finishing this piece you gave me and publish it. Then I am to remain here and help the Union in any way it requires.
William Joyce: Good, remember the British Union never forgets a favour, also it seems you are going to need a new secretary. It appears that Stewart was a bit fond of the old one, she has been reallocated to the Central Office of Stewart Radio.
Henry Williamson: No problem, I’m sure I can find a new one.
William Joyce: Also here is the day after tomorrow’s story.

Joyce handed Williamson a piece of paper with a few bullet points on it, it was titled “Larkin and bodyguard killed in gunfight in Ireland, art still missing.”
William Joyce: Make sure noone sees this until you get the word of confirmation via Reuters, but once you get that you are to spin it in accordance with those bullet points. Understood?
Henry Williamson: Yes Sir.
William Joyce: Finally, sometime this month there is to be an announcement that His Majesty will marry Wallis Simpson this summer, I trust you will be in favour of it?
Henry Williamson: Of course.
William Joyce: Good, now if you excuse me I have to move on. I’ve still got the Telegraph and the Daily Herald to go see.

June 16th 1936- Buckingham Palace-
Assistant: Good Morning, Your Majesty. Today you have two meetings, the first is with the Chancellor..
Edward VIII: Ah yes, how is Max?
Assistant: I hear he is doing well Your Majesty, apparently he is quite enamoured with his new secretary and rumours abound that he intends to marry her.
Edward VIII: Ah, I’m sure the husbands of London will be pleased to here this. Who is the second meeting with?
Assistant: The recently appointed Chief of the Imperial General Staff Major-General Fuller.
Edward VIII: Isn’t the Chief of Staff usually a higher rank than that?
Assistant: Well yes Your Majesty and Mr Fuller was offered automatic promotion to General, but he refused.
Edward VIII: Strange. Where are my meetings?
Assistant: Well the first is at the Highgate golf club Mr Stewart purchased last month, he intends to discuss with you a plan he has for the Radio in the Your Majesty’s realms. The second is at Your Majesty’s office here and I believe Major-General Fuller intends to present you with his grand design for the British military.
Edward VIII: Interesting, and when is the first one?
Assistant: Two hours Your Majesty.
Edward VIII: Then I shall have some breakfast before setting off.

Next time... We get back to the present with some black and flammable developments.

 

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Chapter XII

June 17th 1936- Anglo-Iranian and Nigerian Oil Chairman John Cadman’s Office, London-
Assistant: Sir, we are hearing that the military is planning a big expansion.
John Cadman: And?
Assistant: Well, the expansion consists of a lot more tanks, and making the infantry motorised.
John Cadman: Ah, I see, thank you for bringing this to my attention, this gives us a chance to finally put one over on Colonial Oil. Now quickly, secure a meeting with the Chancellor, somewhere without prying eyes or ears.

June 17th 1936- Colonial Oil Chairman Adam Hurlt’s Office, London-
Adam Hurlt: We have to move on this before that bastard Cadman does, quick get on the phone and arrange a meeting between myself and Max Stewart.
Assistant: Already done Sir.
Adam Hurlt: Excellent. If this is done right, it could allow Colonial Oil to finally destroy Cadman’s outfit and take control of the rest of British Africa’s oil.
Assistant: Perhaps the Golf club he recently bought would be a good place?
Adam Hurlt: Yes, good idea, you‘ll go far in this company.

June 20th 1936- BUF Rally Hall-
Max Stewart: Brother blackshirts! I have grave news, two days ago I had meetings with the Heads of both Colonial Oil and Anglo-Iranian and Nigerian Oil and they showed themselves to be unsavoury characters. They both attempted to bribe me with quite considerable sums of money. But don’t fear, I have not accepted their offer, in fact I feel it is time for us to show these bastards what it means to attempt to bribe one of His Majesty’s servants. As of this second, the property of the Colonial Oil and Anglo-Iranian and Nigerian Oil companies, are hereby nationalised. The employees of these companies need not fear, they will not lose their jobs. However Adam Hurlt and John Cadman are as we speak being arrested for treason. The combined resources of these companies are to be combined into a single company, British Oil, and the vast profits will be contributed to His Majesty‘s treasury. Let this serve as a warning to other companies who feel they can run roughshod over the British King, Nation and People in order to benefit themselves. However, I have good news, the industry acts, both here and in India and the Colonies, are progressing well, the economy is recovering and those who once doubted that Fascism will lead Britain into a golden future are seeing the light, but this is not just a victory for myself, Mosley and Keynes, but all Britain. We have shown our enemies that if they strike us, we shall smite them and become stronger for it. Finally before I finish this rally, His Majesty has invited you to provide security for the Royal Wedding this August, I know you will not let me down, thank His Majesty for this great honour.

The crowd, from the low level blackshirts to the high ranking Fascist leaders in the front section all stood and turned to face the flag above the podium.
Max Stewart: God Save the King and the everlasting British Empire!
Everyone else: God Save the King and the everlasting British Empire!

June 21st 1936- Foreign and Dominion Office- Anthony Eden had just arrived, already he had been given 3 dispatches related to the “Iranian crisis” and he wasn’t even aware of what it was. He was given 2 more before he even reached his desk. He started to read them. “Crisis in Persia, government has seized control of AINO assets in Persia rather than hand them over to the British government. Kingdom of Iraq has denounced the move.”
Anthony Eden: Send a message to the Shah of Persia, give him until 6pm, local time, on the 25th of June to return the assets or we will take further steps. Then send a message to the King of Iraq asking him to also back this ultimatum, hint that there will be a reward for this.

Next time... Stuff happens in Persia.

 

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Terribly sorry about it taking so long, I am having a bit of writer's block, so the daily post thing won't be continuing, I'll try to have at least two a week. I apologise to you, the readers, if there are any of you left.


Chapter XIII

June 25th 1936 6.01pm- A large tent, Khuzestan, Persia- The Emperor placed a map of Khuzestan, Persia over the table, the rest of the Imperial Guard squad leaders looked with interest.
The Emperor: Okay ladies, looks like we‘re needed again. Over this area here Persia has stuck most of their army boys, what we are gonna do is take them out while they sleep, apparentaly it’s easier that way, although I think it takes all the fun outta it. You have been equipped with bow and arrows in addition to your usual kit, but you will notice you have not been given any rifles or handguns, we cannot leave any trace of our presence here and because if we wake those Persians up we can kiss our asses good bye. Yep, we are doing this Agincourt style, King Henry the Eighth would be proud.
Baron: Don’t you mean Henry the Fifth?
The Emperor: For that, Baron’s team gets to take the North barracks, Big man gets the South, my team will get the Central, Honcho the West and Duke gets the East. Understand? We are to arrive at 0100 hours and clear the barracks by 0200 hours. We are then to get back here by 0500 for extraction. Any questions? Good. Now if we pull this off I know a bar in Bombay which is open twen-tee four hours a day. That sound good soldiers?
The others: Sir yes sir.

June 26th 1936 1.00pm- Central Barracks, Khuzestan, Persia- Saeed was on the graveyard shift, he had made one joke too many and now he was stuck with the new guys patrolling the barracks at this ungodly hour, the new guys didn’t talk much, perhaps they hadn’t thought themselves likely to ever see war and were worried at the prospect of war with the largest Empire the world had ever seen. All of a sudden he noticed one of the new guys lying down, he thought to himself about how if Persia did go to war, the war would be over before most of their soldiers were even awake. He walked over and was horrified to see a number of arrows in his throat, he turned to warn the others but felt a sharp pain the back of his neck, followed by an inability to breath, which in turn was quickly followed by a blackness.

June 26th 1936 1.02pm- Central Barracks, Khuzestan, Persia- The Emperor led the way into the main barracks, swiftly plunging his knife into the soldier who was sat sleeping on a chair, instead of guarding the door as he was clearly supposed to be doing. The others quickly, but quietly, moved in and split up, one group ran to secure the armoury while another headed in the direction of the main fuse box and the final followed the Emperor to deal with the sleeping soldiers. The Emperor entered the room first, he and the rest of the men each stood next to a bunk, before simultaneously snapping the necks of the soldiers. They repeated this about 10 times until the room was filled with corpses. They then moved towards the officers quarters, the Emperor leading the way, they all clung to the walls as they heard footsteps. A guard walked around the corner and his eyes widened at the sight of the Britons in their strange uniforms, he then looked to his side and reached for his gun. He grabbed and began to pull it from the holster, he then turned to aim only to notice the man who was leading the men had his hands wrapped firmly around his neck. He tried to scream but couldn't, after a minute of the mans face looking agonised, it then suddenly ceased to show emotion. The Imperial Guard then moved on to the Officers' quarters. The officers were awoke by the feeling of a mans hands around their heads, only to swiftly depart from reality and go into another, more permanent, sleep.

Next time... back to the adventures of Dave Howard.

 

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Contrary to last weeks next time, I now present you with something completely different.

Chapter XIV

June 27th 1936- Office of the Editor of the Scottish Socialist Worker’s Voice: David Booker- David Booker was writing angrily, every press of every key seemed to suggest he saw the Chancellors face on every one of them.
David Booker: Recent events in the Middle East have pushed this government's credibility to breaking point. As if the partition and illegal occupation of Ireland wasn't enough the Foreign and Commonwealth office now assume the capacity to partition the rest of the world. The Khuzestan region of Iran has been bought and sold with blood and treachery, not for the interests of the Proletariat, but to enrich regional oil tycoons.

Since the nationalisation of AINO the working classes of Iran have suffered blow after blow. First hundreds of Trade Union activists and Marxists were made redundant in a blatant political manouvre. Hannan Oudeh, leader of the Iranian General Workers Union accused the British Government of using their industrial muscle to spread the ideas of Fascism. The Depute Prime Minister responded by saying that the British Government was committed to “ensuring the freedom of every man, whether in Bangkok or Basingstoke”.

Next, workers details, not to mention the entire company payroll, are lost in the turmoil ensuing the Shah's attempt at corporate nationalisation. A total of £1,204 8s has presumably by now made it's way into the royal coffers in Tehran. Further to which, more than 18,000 soldiers were taken by surprise and massacred by as yet unknown assailants. This is the single biggest military defeat that Iran has ever suffered; the cream of the military have been wiped out and the remaining forces are struggling to combat growing unrest on the streets as the General Workers Union members begin to organise the Urban Proletariat against the temporarily destabilised autocratic regime.

An entire country brought to the brink of ruins by Colonial ambition. Iraq has become a vassal state in all but name. The recent alliance ensuring that the Royal Navy have the freedom of Kuwait City as a naval base for patrolling the Persian Gulf, and that half of the profits from Iraq's oil goes not to the people, but to the Corporation owned by the British Government. Worst of all is the shameful sale of Khuzestan, bought by Iraq on a loan from Her Majesty. For what possible purpose is this occupation proposed? For the better peace of the region, for the betterment of it's people? No. To give drilling rights to the King of Iraq and, by extension, the British government....*

David heard a glass breaking, then rushed to the next room to see that the floor near the entrance to the stairs was now ablaze, he quickly grabbed his story and rushed for the fire exit. He flung the door open only to walk right into the hardest punch he had ever felt, and as he lay on the floor bleeding heavily, he just managed to see a black object coming towards him and he flung himself leftwards. He heard a sound of metal hitting metal, but that wasn't important right now. He began clawing his way away from the assailant. He briefly glanced backwards to see a man in a policemans uniform grappling with a man in a long coat. Initially the policeman seemed to be winning, until the man in the long coat seemed to get one really good punch and the policeman went down. David looked at the policeman.
David: CHRIS!

As David's brother lay bleeding on the ground, David eventually mustered the strength to stand. He then grabbed his brother and began to drag him towards the door. But as he got closer, the door began to close.
David: NOOOOOO!

He reached for the handle, but it was gone, it had been smashed clear off. David spent the rest of his life screaming for help.

Thanks to Mr Liam Hannan for the journalists story.

Next time... Something other than the adventures of Dave Johnson.
But seriously, is anyone even reading this any more?