France
The Phoenix
From Ashes a Rebirth
1868 – 1878
France has long been stuck with a massive and hostile border. Our enemy to the east is one with who we do not and did not wish to ever have to face in all out war. Once before we had trumped them. When the winds of war blew strong from the east, over barren steppe and to the doors of great powers we had trounced the Prussia armies at Saarbucken. Still we would come out of the war with great respect for our foes. These were not barbarians, they were not weak; this was an enemy for whom we must prepare. For one day we would fight them, and on that day the rivers would run red and the collective moans of a generation would fill the air.
1868 crept forward. Frankly France had reached the end of its latest period of ascendancy. We knew this fact and our enemies knew this fact. The new world held no regard, no fear and no honor for the France that had ruled by whim for 30 years. Prussia was strong, Russia was weak and France; our glorious land had fallen behind. Our industry barely held the vaulted position as leader in the world. And our army, though large was no match for the technological marvels that Prussia and Sweden could, and would, throw at us.
When war came it was not for us though. It was a relief, a blessing and like the sweetest song of the day. Austria had moved on the Osmanli and the Swedish and Prussian forces had moved in step. Britain, never far from a conflict immediately moved in, making quick swipes at the invaders, of the maulers of all that was glorious in the east. So with relief we let the months flow, never wanting to join in combat with the people to the east. Though Italy would try some small bit to make us pick up arms, we refused to. It was not for France to fight.
“It is not time”, we said.
In fact…
We were sorely afraid.
Humiliation
On June 5th, 1870…
The Dragon ascended…
War was declared between Prussia and France; the war we had never wished for, the war we had hoped never came was here and we knew it was a sheer inches from a death knell for France. On the 6th Prussia called its allies. On the 7th we, reluctantly, called ours…
A mistake, one for which our consciences would pay for in the years to come.
Already we knew that our armies, short of conscripting the 1.2 million men we had prepared for just this occasion would never stand up to the Prussian armies. So mobilization was announced and when the 600,000 Prussian troops poured across the border we retreated our advanced for of 260,000 to Paris. Sore afraid were we that it would be cut of and decimated. There in Paris with 580,000 men we huddled, afraid one and all behind makeshift fortifications. There we waited for news. What would the wind bring? When would it bring it? What of France? Where was God when his people needed him?
All to soon the news was to arrive; death moves swiftly it seems. Before our drafted troops could even be mobilized, Prussia had cut over 250,000 of them off from ever fighting for their country. Their armies were swift. Burdened down by artillery, one would have thought them lumbering behemoths, incapable of the lighting quickness for which they slashed across the countryside. Before even three months were up the east of France was gone, swallowed into a wasteland of blood and tears.
When our recruits finally arrived at their muster points they found a massive task before them. No more was our original idea of breaking of the Prussia supply lines and then advancing west even an option. Paris was almost surrounded on three sides and we had not even managed to form a cohesive force. So they marched. In hundreds, in thousands in tens of thousands and even in hundreds of thousands the troops of France marched west. Picking up those they could as they advanced. Paris was being shelled, German troops were in the burbs, and God had turned his back. Now must the French man, the French patriot fight for his home; against odds he knew, from the depths of his soul, were too much.
Busting through the Prussian lines a force 750,000 strong fought their way into Paris. Relieving the defenders, making a force to be reckoned with, only to find that every which way we surveyed did Prussia hold a force to be reckoned with. We were trapped, surrounded. No food, no munitions, nothing would make it into Paris. We now had a sea of German gray spread between us and any hope of salvation. When the Prussians in their calculating intelligence left us an opening, they knew we must take it. Though we sent only 120,000 into the hole, our plan being to lure the Prussians into a hopeless assault on Paris and then turn those troops back.
No it was not to be so. Prussia stopped our small advance, closed off the supplies again and then Prussia assaulted. How they did smash against our lines. From the onset it was obvious.
Our troops were tired, hungry and lacked all hope. Prussian troops, through horrendous loses drove us back. First the burbs fell yet again, then the inner city. Finally, when all seemed lost we gave up hope. Waving the flag of surrender, we… heads bowed in shame, asked for the lives of our troops. We were lost, they day was done and France was ascending no more.
Prussia would give us our lives and our troops their own lives. They would take much of our lands, much of our wealth and all of our honor and they would depart. With us had fallen Egypt. Again struggling under the bonds of oppression from abroad, they had been sacked by Sweden and much had been taken. Rome had been seized. We had failed in every regard, not just ourselves, but also those nations who had long since trusted us….
…
Paris, France, and all that was good had fallen.
May 14, 1871… France was dead and the German Dragon had ascended.
Despair and a Mexican Adventure
How we schemed to rebuild our confidence. China, would that be an apt conquest? No their armies were weak, but massive. The Netherlands who had betrayed us for the caress of Prussia? No, we were not ready for another European war; we might never be ready again. And besides, they were allied with Scandinavia and Germany. Mexico…. Mexico would be our redemption!
Or so we thought…
The war in Mexico was easy. October 7th, 1871 brought our declaration of war; the same day would bring Russia’s and all her allies. What we sought to do was now but a distant dream. Sure we could and WOULD bring stability to Mexico, but along with it came war with our long time ally Russia.
Our armies advanced rapidly through both the northern areas of Mexico and those south of our zones of control. Smashing through the weak armies we made steadily for Mexico City. With the entirety of southern Mexico in our grasp we established our own puppet ruler in Mexico and set our armies for home.
It was at this time though that Finland, little Finland, was sacking Paris. Before our troops could even return home the city had fallen for a second time. So it was that, in shame, our ships, and the first contingent of 260,000 men they carried (while an additional 220,000 waited in Mexico for the ships to return) spotted the coast of Brittany…
And the enemy, which lay waiting for us…
Union Jack unfurled…
To Life Through Death
The waiting British navy shelled our ships horribly, men dying throughout the fleet and our obsolete ships splintering like matchsticks. But the fleet made the safety of shore and our army was unloaded. There we waited, blind to the movements of our enemies, as we tried to guess were Britain would land her men. Normandy would receive the first blood.
Forever it seemed we fought the first landings. British troops were bloodied and thrown back to the sea, but still they landed, still they come on. British, Scottish, Irish, Indian; like the whole world had risen up upon us, seeking to smother our nation under sheer numbers.
After a few months of bloody but highly victorious fighting we were given rest for but a few weeks. Thankfully Finland, whose occupation of Paris we had finally gotten a chance to deal with, gave us peace. Then like a storm, rising horrible and fierce, off the North Sea and sweeping down into the idyllic fields of France came the British hordes. Over 300,000 men landed in Brittany and another 200,000 in Dunkurst. Our armies had to choose which to fight and so we moved west into Brittany, choosing to strike the strongest first. The battles here were massive, but again we were hugely victorious. Within six months the battle for Brittany had been won.
But the worst was yet to come. Paris had fallen again. A third time in as many years had we failed to protect our city. Now the once great city, nowhere near its past greatness, Notre Dame a pile of rubble, the Union Jack flying from every height, had fallen to the British, to Satan himself. Turning our armies east we marched resolute toward the gravesite of our honor, buried, torn up and buried again, a fresh cadaver that was spit upon by the entire world.
Again it took us another six months to clear out the British from the northeast. And by the time Dunkurst was freed we were receiving peace offers from every which side. Except of course from Britain, who still had one last MASSIVE punch to throw. We knew we could never win against the massed power of Britain simply by defending, so we began to modernize our navy in order to take the fight to them. 18 ironclads were commissioned, with 20 commerce raiders, 35 transport ships and an ungodly amount of support ships.
But our attention would be diverted. Britain landed again, this time with 400,000 troops south of Brittany. Our armies marched southwest again and met the British foes. But by this time their number was over 1 million soldiers and we were forced to flee. We were now forced to call upon our people again; again we must send them to die. But they were tired, they were without hope (69% War Exhaustion) and not only was our army showing it now, but revolts were rising everywhere and our economy was on the brink of collapse.
Within mere months of the call it did collapse. Much was lost; our country was falling apart about us. And now, struggling against near overwhelming odds, we had to right the ship. So our troops set out. Sweeping along the coast of Normandy, from the cut off positions in Brittany and west from Orleans, we moved on the massive British armies. Our armies met victory wherever they turned, but still it would be nearly two years before the west of France was clear. Again dead littered our people’s fields and again debt stifled the economy.
But victory was at hand. After moving north to wipe out a few more invasions we demanded war indemnities from Britain, and unbelievably we got them. Immediately France received some 125,000, another 65,000 the next month and between 22,000 and 30,000 from there on. With the war over, we returned our people to the fields and began rebuilding the shattered economy. Paying off almost the entirety of our debt, we even traded bought Nice from Italy for 170,000 (with which Italy could pay off the entirety of its debt).
Though our country and especially our capitol are in a shambles, we have come through the fires. We have seen death and been reborn. The old France is no more and we have no idea, no more than the rest of the world, what the future will bring, but we know that after surviving the very fires of hell themselves, we will be more than strong enough for whatever may come our way.
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