[War] Romania: "But Mom, that's where the fun is"
Vampi Digitalwytch
vampi.digitalwytch at gmail.com
Tue Jul 15 14:54:06 EDT 2008
"But Mom, that's where the fun is"
President Antanasia Danesti
With the offical word given, Antanasia gave her sanction for the
committed Romanian troops to join in. Even though she knew this was
the right action to take, it still weighed on her in multiple ways.
The inevitable loss of lives, the repercussions that would likely
follow eventually, the world's eyes on the entire scenario with her
peoples taking this first step to show they weren't just some fly over
country in Europe.
Azerbaijan was dangerously close to Turkey where just the proximity
was enough to flare ancient loathing within the troops as well as
enough to bring a resurgence in the memories of Vlad Dracul.
Questionable bloodthirsty cruelties aside, to her people he was the
equivalent of America's Washington from his great battles against the
Turks. Antanasia had ensured discreet firm word was passed down that
there would be no repeating of any barbarities as they were far better
than that.
All in all, it did leave the only current worries being with the Roma
who'd enlisted with the troops. While they were heartily encouraged
to embrace the country they resided in, they did have their own
customs of which the gadje tended to be on the receiving end of scams
and theft. So far they'd behaved very well with their Romanian
soldiers in arms, letting them loose in an area of an old enemy that
would be considered gadje in the lowest sense made her think of a pack
of foxes turned loose in a henhouse.
Hopefully what gypsies resided in the region would help keep their
distant kindred in line.
Antanasia was willing to turn a blind eye to any military or
scientific theft, but not theft from the civilians who were literally
lucky to have so much as a pot to piss in.
As the initial combat reports came in of Romanian victories, so did
the first casualty lists. Antanasia began personally drafting letters
of condolence to their families as well as relaying through Prime
Minister Simu to Parliament some form of financial aid to those
families who had members give the greatest sacrifice of all. The Air
Forces were doing well acting in concert with the Allies in taking out
the Iranian air defences with currently no casualties though some
pilots had been downed and fortunately rescued by ground troop allies.
One report had her raise her eyebrow and set her stomach to an uneasy
roil as she insisted upon some official confirmation in that a
Romanian squadron that had 'acquired' a couple Iranian military
vehicles had come across an Iranian convoy. Taking advantage of the
ruse, they did capture the soldiers and a payload of questionable
tanks they were transporting. The prisoners weren't speaking of the
contents of the drums even with the threat of being made to listen to
'decadent' American music, and what command of the Iranian speech the
Romanians had wasn't enough to decipher what was stencilled on other
than it probably didn't bode well. Locotenant Gavril Prezan, the
acting command head as the Capitan had been left behind at a medical
post due to bullet wounds didn't' want to take any risks whatsoever
and relayed word back to the command posts to have someone else pick
them up for analysis while they held the position for the time being.
Antanasia hoped it wasn't what she thought it might be, but then, with
these madmen they were dealing with, anything was possible.
And this was only the beginning....
Actions:
1) Await WAR brass ruling on the drums contents, if it's something
juicy, Gavril's getting the Military Virtue medal, gold.
2) Discreetly enforce 'it didn't just fall into your kitbag' ruling on
'acquisitions'
3) Give official press conference on praising Romanian troop victories
and expressing heavy condolences to those who've lost family
4) Establish a financial aid fund to grant monies to the families of
casualties to help them on some level
5) Set up Antanasia with a bottle of maalox and a straw, she's going to need it.
--
--I know there are no lifeguards in the gene pool, but damn, there
ought to be at least a few sharks in the water.
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