War Plan Red

[Democratic States of America]

President Kennedy smirked.
"I hope he can turn things around for them" he said, regarding the CSD's new President, Frasier Pershing, the same man who had pushed Kennedy, during the war the general of the First DS Army, to the gates of Washington.
"Lord knows they cant sink their economy any lower then it already is."
"Well," Robert Abramson, the new Secretary of Defence, injected, "the CSD will continue to limp along as long as Beaconsfield keeps floating them loans. Which is why I've asked for this conference, Mr. President."

"Yes..." Kennedy responded, "what's on your mind?"
"War, Mr. President, not against the Confederate States directly, but with the overall goal to isolate and starve them off from the rest of the world, to crush the Pax Imperium alliance that protects them."
With that Abramson removed a folder marked CLASSIFIED from his briefcase, placing it on the President's desk.

"So what have you brought me for Christmas?" Kennedy asked.
"War Plan Red" Abramson responded.
"A detailed plan to wage war primarily against the Canadian Empire, with the goal of incorporating it into the Democratic States, with the secondary goal of forcing the hand of the Empire of Inglo-Scotia, who's cooperation will be guaranteed with its entry into the war on Canada's behalf. Once Canada is subdued, and Inglo-Scotia forced to cooperate, we can dictate terms that would force the Inglish out of the PI alliance. With I-S knocked out and Canada no more the CSD will become isolated. As the Confederacy weakens due to a lack of foreign aid we strike, reincorporating them into out Democratic union."

"I see..." Kennedy responded, still sceptical of undertaking such an ambitious project with national confidence just recently renewed, and the newly rebuilt military still fresh.
He flipped through the pages of War Plan Red. It included plans to take Vancouver, cutting Inglo-Scotia off from Canada, and a quadruple objective of blitzing on Quebec City, Montreal, Toronto, and Winnipeg, which also served as the nexus of Canadian railroads.
"How long has your department spent on the detailing and strategy of this plan?" Kennedy asked.

"Since the prospect of the south seceding five years ago became the faintest possibility Mr. President. Should for whatever reason the initial plans of attack not come to fruition, there are multiple backup plans, including an invasion of Inglo-Scotia herself. No detail has been left unaccounted for?"

"And your projected level of Canadian resistance?"
"Even with Inglo-Scotian reinforcements taking Canada is just a matter of marching north."
"And a Casus belli?"
"The continued security of the Democratic States should be sufficient, Mr. President."
"Yes, it would appear that's the mood the nation is in, isn't it? I'll call for a joint session of Congress in three weeks. Have preparations for stage one, the barrage of Vancouver, ready. I want the attack to begin as soon as the votes are in." 
"Right away Mr. President."

[Aquatoria]

Chancellor Xavier Rommel loved the new capital of Ottawa. For five years it has served as the center of Imperial politics. The new Parliament building was up and running and the new Chancellor's House was a wondrous achievement. The Palace is still in it's construction phases so the Imperial Family is still living in Winnipeg waiting to be moved to the capital as soon as the Palace is built. But this wasn't the reason he was sitting in his office. Movements from the Americans in the south have forced him to talk to the General Staff on a possible defense plan.

Two guards in ornate uniforms opened the door of the Chancellor's office and showed General Staff Chairman and Father of the modern Canadian Tank Corps, Field Marshal Frank F. Worthington. The field marshal sat down in the chair opposite of the Empire's head of government. "Good morning, Chancellor Rommel."

Rommel was a close friend of the field marshal. Frank graduated from the Kingston Military Academy four years after Rommel. But their friendship came into existence just after the War of Secession when Frank as a general was able to lead the assault on the Americans taking Nevada, Deseret, and even invading California. "Good morning, Field Marshal. What may I do for you today?"

Worthington pulled out a folder with the name Defence Scheme No. 1 on it. "Sir, we, meaning the General Staff, are worried about our southern neighbor. The Democratic States have increased their military to over five million making them a powerful nation once more on this continent. We both know what happens when Americans think they're strong. We have known for over two hundred years. Hell we have seen it happen four times, two of those times against us. I think the Democratic States mean to invade us, starting a Third American-Canadian War. In the years since you have taken office, you have kept our military at it's current levels. We have thankfully pushed away from militarism and imperialism and now we are focusing on maritime trade. We are now one of the top nations to trade with. But I fear that this might come to a close unless we act. This is a counter-invasion plan developed only a few years after the War of Seccsion in the event of a possible American attack."

Rommel looked out the window once more at the sprawling city that he has called home. He looked back at the field marshal. "What are you asking?"

"I am asking that we merely prepare for war. You were a soldier. Hell, you ran the General Staff for many years successfully. We have never seen defeat with you at the head of our military. But the question is, will we see defeat with you as head of our government. The Emperor and the Empress had begged you to go into politics for a reason. You are the fittest person to lead. The Imperial Family knows that, Parliament knows that, the General Staff that you created knows that and so does the rest of the country. We know that we will not see defeat. But we need you to have us prepared."

Rommel sighed. "Field Marshal, I will ask Parliament to activate five hundred thousand reserves and to have them armed and ready for war, but I will not provoke the DSA to attack. The Imperial Reserve Fleet may activate any ships that they may need, not all but the most useful. But other then that, I can't do more. If I do more, I may as well ask Parliament to declare war. What cities do you believe to be targets?"

Rommel rolled out a map of the country. " We see three main targets. The Americans will want to take Vancouver, our most important southern harbor. It's close to the border so it may be a top priority for the Americans. The other main target will be Toronto, the closest city to America and our largest, which is conveniently on the Great Lake. The third target and the most important will be Winnipeg. If we lose Winnipeg, then we lose the war. The railroads there will decide whether or not we will be able to supply the Western provinces. The other targets will be Montreal, Quebec City and Ottawa. If we lose most or all of these cities, there will be nothing stopping the Americans from going north and taking Halifax, Anchorage, and the northern territories. So I believe our job is to hold the Americans here in the south for as long as possible."

Rommel looked at his calender on his wall. "It's July, so if the Americans want to invade, they would have to wait for next spring. The American troops have had no real winter training, mostly because they have no real winters. They will have to have be mad if they want to invade just before winter. I think they won't actually attack until next spring, so we have really nothing to worry about. But my soldier's instinct tells me something big might happen so you can activate five hundred thousand reserves and some ships from the Reserve Navy, but nothing more. I don't want the world to think that we are going back to old habits.

Worthington stood up and saluted. "Yes sir."

[Validus]

Major General Vandrak was sitting in his chair behind his desk in the Office for Military Intelligence, which was part of the Defence compound in Sheridan. He was reading a recent and disturbing report from the boarder of Canada and the DSA. It was about troop movements in the DSA, they were heading north. He finished reading the 4 page report and picked up his handset, "This is General Vandrak, get me Mike Handson."..."Mike, I want you to get Department of Foreign Intelligence on the situation that is happening in the DSA. They are moving a large number of troops north towards the boarder with their Imperial friends."..."Yes I will be having my people on it,however you have a direct line with the Prime Minister."..."Yes I understand, I will be talking with the General later this afternoon about the proposed Air Force Transformation plan. I will be bringing this up."..."Understood, have a good night Mike."

~Thanato

[Democratic States of America]

Three weeks latter

It was a race, a race to Vancouver. Major Peter Crawford could see that, as clear as day. Opening the hatch on his M-1 he could see the race in motion. The 7th DS Army raced across the American-Canadian border to Vancouver. The distance itself wasn't the problem, it was the importance of the city, the port that connected Canada to Inglo-Scotia, the nexus of the two imperial armies. The importance of Vancouver, not it's distance from the border, was what made the advance so slow. The Canadians were throwing every soldier between the west coast and Winnipeg at the DS 7th. That, combined with the fact that the Canucks had prepared the terrine with minds, barbed wire, and Inglo-Scotian reinforcements prior to the actual declaration of war made the thin slice of land between Portland and Vancouver seem like a trek around the world.
And the race mattered. Crawford could see it, even without his binoculars. Troop transports and battleships of the Imperial Navy of Inglo-Scotia racing toward Vancouver, with the ships of the rebuilt DS Navy doing all they could to preoccupy them. The DS Army had to take Vancouver before more Inglish troops landed.

Crawford ducked back into his tank.
"Got an other one sir!" gunner Nick Whitlock called out.
"Can you see Vancouver?" the Major asked?
"Yeah, barley, but I can see it."

The Major breathed a sigh of relief. There within shelling distance of the city. Still, that was a false goal. Shelling distance had its importance, no doubt, but by no means was it cause to stop and celebrate, the city was far from taken.

[Feniexia]

OOC: I suppose the war is "official" now? Will it be canonical? It is played with the new RP rules?

From: Emperor Nathaniel Cordre
To: President John F. Kennedy of the Democratic States of America

You made a serious mistake attacking a member of the Pax Imperium and the Enlightened Empire's closest ally. We will wage war against you unless you agree to following conditions:

1. Draw back all forces stationed in Canada;
2. Limit your forces to 500.000 soldiers, removing any heavy verhicles and aircraft but 10 battleships and 20 interceptors, to be used for self-defense;
3. Remove all cruise missiles, nuclear weapons and other long-range attack devices from you nation;
4. Pay remunerations for all monetary costs and casualties of war to the Feniexian Empire, the Greater Canadian Empire and any other nation supporting the Pax Imperium or it's allies.

OOC2nd: If the DSA doesn't possess anything of the stuff I listed they shall remove from their country, just ignore it.

[Aquatoria]

Inglish Columbian Front
Battle of Vancouver

Vancouver was being shelled from the American artillery. The once beautiful city was now being reduced to rubble. The large skyscrapers were falling apart, while the smaller buildings were still or partly standing. The harbor was empty of warships because the General Staff didn't want the ships to be destroyed while at anchor. The fleet was now trying to help the Inglo-Scotians get to Vancouver. But right now, it was all about the city. Colonel Charles Paul put out his cigarette with his foot. He picked up his Beretta Storm rifle, a new semi-automatic rifle that only recently became the standard issue rifle to the Canadian Army. His regiment was holding the center as the Americans were trying to make their way to the city. Charles waited. He could see tanks and motorized infantry make their way to Vancouver. He called in to his commanding officer.

"General Currie, this is Colonel Paul, Princess Hoshi's Light Infantry, we have enemies coming in fast. Request artillery barrage and helicopter support, sir." He waited until he got a reply.

"Colonel, artillery is firing now, and helicopters are on their way. Hold on, son." Paul put down the radio and could hear artillery shells come screaming down on the American lines. Then, Mi-28 Havoc attack copters tore through the sky and attacked the American tanks. Charles could see anti-air vehicles shoot back. The copters retreated. The colonel thought to himself. Now it's up to us. He picked up the radio and called in to all of his company commanders. "Alright, lads. Wait for them to enter the city, then give em hell."

The Americans made their way into the city. Colonel Paul was hiding behind a pile of rubble that had fallen from a three-storey building. The tanks came further in. they must have thought that they were entering an empty city. They thought wrong. "Fire!" Panzerfaust rockets screamed from rooftops and windows. The tanks were too close together to maneuver properly. American infantry spread out only to find themselves surrounded by Canadian riflemen and machine gunners. Explosions from American and Canadian shells tore buildings to pieces. Charles opened up on three American riflemen. The Beretta kicked back and the Americans fell dead. Charles and his men kept moving back finding cover wherever they could. The Americans outnumbered them greatly, but the Canadians were brave and asked for no quarter and gave none. The retreat was slow, but Charles knew his men could hold for a little while longer.
 

Arthur Currie, General of the Inglish Colombian Front was overlooking a map of Vancouver and the outlying regions. His staff were busily trying to keep the Canadian lines intact. But the general knew the city couldn't hold. The Americans launched their attack so swiftly that the Canadian Army had no time to react. Now he was thinking of a new plan. I know I can't hold the city, but what else can I do? If we fail here, I'll have to pull back to Kamloops, Kelowna, and Penticton. I might have better success. if I can't hold there, then I will order that the Prince Cities Line be activated. The line from Prince Rupert through Prince George to the Rockies will make a better defense. But I have to hold them wherever I am until winter. He turned to one of his staff. "Send a transmission to the fleet and to the Inglo-Scotians. Tell them to start landing troops north in Prince Rupert and Anchorage. Tell them the harbor in Vancouver is no longer operational."

"Are we pulling back, sir?"

"No, I will continue to hold this city for as long as possible. The Americans are still on the outskirts of Vancouver. Few American soldiers have entered the city. Three weeks in and they just neared Vancouver. Their planners were obviously thinking that we couldn't hold them. We will continue to hold them. Now send the transmission." The soldier nodded. General Currie went back to his map.  I can only hope that the battles in the east are faring better.


Manitoban Front

Emperor Paul Artorion looked out at the city of Winnipeg, once the capital of the Empire and the birthplace of the emperor. He never wanted war on his country, but now it was here. Selene came in the room and held her husband. Hoshi and her nanny were watching. Paul turned around and held his wife. "We need to leave. I hate to say that, but Parliament wants us to fly to Fenexia. You know I hate to run from my country's problems, but I fear this may be the end. And at least I know that you and Hoshi will be safe."

Selene nodded and did not cry. That's what Paul loved so much about her. She was a strong and courageous woman. Paul and Selene waited until they heard the helicopter arrive to take them to the airport. Imperial Guards in their red uniforms and curassier armor arrived to escort them. They walked down to the garden where the helicopter was waiting. They got on the helicopter, but Paul took one look south towards the American border. He could see flashing which meant that the Americans and Canadians were fighting close to the city. The copter flew them to the airport where a large 747 jet was waiting. It was the Emperor's private plane. They all got on and the plane took off for Fenexia. Paul and Selene held each other as Hoshi slept quietly. 

[Feniexia]

Immediately, preparations were made to provide the Canadian royal family a safe travel and arrival at Airport 17 (Feniexia's both most large and most secure airport; there are even FLAKS and an own military aircraft squad for defense purposes) on an island near the Feniexia capital, Nevethia. High-speed interceptor aircrafts were sent to provide additional protection for the 747. The airport was secured by the Feniexian Imperial Forces, and a squad of the Feniexian High Guard also arrived soon. Some civilian flights were transfered to other airports or canceled; incoming flights were all redirected to other nearby airports. The patrolling squads around the airport were doubled. For the night of the arrival of the Canadian ship, the streets directing to the imperial "palace" (which, actually, was a very modern building with lots of steel and glass, but heavily protected) very also patrolled heavily, while another part of the army was mobilized and prepared for an launch on the DSA.

OOC: Shall we RP the arrival of your royal family, Canada?

[Aquatoria]

ooc: that would be fun.

The 747 landed in Fenexia. It had been a long time since Paul and Selene were in Fenexia. Her parents usually liked to come south to Canada to visit. The Imperial Family got off the plane and made their way down the steps. There were no reporters or cameras. Paul thought. Thank goodness the press isn't here. The Imperial Guards stayed close, weapons at the ready. Though they were in friendly territory, there was always a chance that the DSA had sent assassins. A limo guarded by many police cruisers was waiting for them. Paul, Selene and Hoshi went towards the limo where the driver opened the door for them. Paul, Selene, and Hoshi got in. As Paul sat down, he saw sitting right across from him was Emperor Nathaniel Cordre and his wife Empress Miray Cordre. Paul and Selene bowed, Hoshi, still young and still not understanding her place in the world, rushed into Miray's arms. "Godmother, it's so good to see you. Do you have some candy?"

[Feniexia]

The Emperor, the Empress, the driver and also the butler inside the black limo also bowed in return. Feniexian protocols are very strict on greetings; not to greet back with at least the same level as respect could be considered as very offensive.

Miray gave Hoshi one of the rice crackers she liked most from a bag her butler gave her.
"Candies just ruin your tooths, Hoshi...better eat those instead." she said kindly.
Meanwhile, the Emperor switched meaningful views with Paul. The driver started the motor again, and soon, the limo with it's military police escort left Airport 17, and drove now over a long bridge, with connected the island were the airport was located with the mainland. The limo passed about three scanners, but although neither Hoshi, Selene or Paul were "chipped", the alarm didn't start since the Emperor had given orders to configure the system on the route to the palace to identify him and all passengers of the limo as High Security Clearance Level 00.

The Emperor then broke the silence (if the sounds of Hoshi eating weren't counted).
"I have given orders to clean the route from the airport to the Feniexian government central...we must be there in about 30 minutes if we can keep this velocity and the rain and wind don't get's to strong while we are at this bridge."

[Aquatoria]

Chancellor Rommel stood in front of the podium overlooking members of the press and the cameras that were showing the meeting to all of the citizens of Canada. Lights flashed. He breathed deeply.

"The Democratic States of America has forced war upon us. We are the victims of a war of dominance. But the Americans think we will disappear into the pages of history quietly. But we won't go quietly. We will fight, and we will fight to the last man, woman and child. We will fight from Vancouver, from Winnipeg, from Toronto and if we are dilodged from there, we will fight from the plains and the tundra and if we are dislodged, we will fight from the northern coast of our nation. If I must, I too will fight alongside the average soldier in defense of our nation. I call all citizens to do the same, no matter your age, gender, or race. We fight and we will die as Canadians. I am calling for my generals to enforce a scorched-earth policy. The Americans may win this war, but they will have a large burned land with destroyed cities and crops. We will fight, we will die, but we will win. We have nothing to lose and everthing to gain. We must fight together as brothers and sister, we must fight as Canadians."

The press appaulded and wrote their ideas about the speech, but the country knew what the Chancellor wanted. Militias started up all across Canada, men, women, and even children armed themselves in defense of Winnipeg and Toronto. They were going to die together, but their nation was going to live. Soon reports of armed children, women and old men will be relayed from American soldiers to the generals.

[Validus]

This wasnt going to be an easy Mission. NEO (Non-combative Evacuation Operations) was being sent into a very hot warzone for the first time since the Units creation. All were trained soldiers, most were infantry trained for combat, dispite belonging to a Force which has 'non-combative' in the name. They were being sent before their ships could arrive. A 350 Marine operation, their objective was to set up and defend a collection point for Canadian refugees and escort them out of the warzone under the Safe Waters Treaty.

All the Marines had been given their cards which outlined the Rules of Engagement. Basically for this mission it was not to fire unless fired upon, or if Canadians INSIDE the compound were fired on. These were not average Marines, they are Airborne trained, which is usually a trade specific to the Army however it was decided that Marines operating under the NEO flag would be given Combat Jump Training.

The Marines were being transported in six Hercules C-130 aircraft, with another two C-130's transporting supplies to set up a makeshift Field Hospital, Tent town, and defences.

"Sir, we are 130km out from land," stated navigator Master Corporal Richerdson.

"Ok, Sergeant, start transmitting our warning," said Captain McCarter, pilot of the lead C-130.

"Yes sir," said the Sergeant, as he flicked some switches on his control pannel.

A radio transmission was sent out of the C-130, it stated "Attention all waring parties, we are Royal Valideen Forces Non-Combative Evacuation Operations Force aircraft do not Engage we have no Hostile intent. We are here to evacuate civilians from the Warzone. I repeat do not engage Royal Valideen Forces Aircraft." the message was repeated every Minute as the 8 Hercules flew towards Canada.

OOC: I was invited to RP NEO by Greater Canada

~Thanato

[Democratic States of America]

"Come in"
The door to the newly renamed Presidential Office in the Adams House, the new Presidential residence in Boston (the Massachusetts capital had been moved to Springfield), opened. In came Robert Abramson, Secretary of Defence.
"Good afternoon, Mr. President."
"Morning Bob" President Kennedy replied back, returning to his paperwork.

"Bad news" Abramson gloomily reported, taking a seat opposite the President.
Kennedy looked up, his right eyebrow raised over the frame of his glasses.
"FXX is reporting we're blitzing on Winnipeg, and we've entered Vancouver."
"Well things have changed, we're holding the networks until we can put a positive spin on the situation."
"What situation?" Kennedy asked, his voice showing signs of annoyance.

"The blitz on Winnipeg has stalled. We were within shelling distance, but the 4th was pushed back. They're currently sandwiched between the new defensives positions of Canadian and Inglish troops and the border. A second offencive stalled and retreated. The generals on the front have decided to switch tactics to defencive in nature, to resist any future Canadian/Inglish attack to push them back across the border."
"You're fucking kidding me" Kennedy said, dryly.
"This is an offencive war, and now we're on the defencive on both fronts, facing enemies who are fighting a defencive war?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean Bob?"

"We're on the defencive in Manitoba. A Canuck/Inglish counter-attack in Inglish Columbia pushed us right across the border. Vancouver took heavy damage, but the attack was an outstanding failure."
"How in the holy hell did that happen Bob."
"The Imperial Navy. When it was deemed they couldn't dock in Vancouver due to our attack they started shelling the coast. Our western flank was weakened, and our enemies exploited it. The Imperial Navy has now landed its full expeditionary force in Vancouver, and the High Seas Fleet is currently engaging our Western Fleet."

Kennedy's face was as red as the very jackets the Canadian troops his men in green were fighting.
"Mr. President, we are planning a second offencive into Vancouver, and...."
"Bob, you told me taking Canada would be a 'matter of marching.' "
"Yes sir, I know, but..."
"No 'buts' Bob. This country has just recovered from the shock of having its lower half ripped away by the PI alliance, and now we're in serious danger of losing to the same enemy on a different front."
"Adam, this war is far from over. There's still Ontario. If we take Toronto, Kingston, and Hamilton we will have knocked out the enemy's capability of industrial production."
"And how is the Ontario front going?"
"Just got underway this morning."

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General Provost ducked in the muddy trenches the 4th DS Army had dug south of Winnipeg. The DS position was well with shelling distance of the Canadian and Inglish defences, and the two sides had been lobbing shells at each other all day.
"Sir, this just came back from Washi...I mean Boston, your request for retreat across the border to organize a counter-attack has been denied" a private informed him, handing him the written copy of the transmission.
"Damn it, dismissed."
The private saluted and returned to his posting.
"Incoming!" someone in the distance yelled.
Bret Provost ducked, and the earth thundered, as if Thor had punched the DS trenches himself.
The roar was dull enough though as to tell the general the shell had hit the line fa enough away from his position.
He grabbed his binoculars and looked over the trench wall. He could see the impact site.
The enemy shell had hit an artillery cannon.
"Damn" he muttered to himself.
Overhead F-18s bearing the eagle and crossed sabres roundel of the DS Air Force thrust forward. The DSA had the advantage in air power, but the Canuck Arrows were faster, and keeping their American counterparts occupied just enough to do any real damage.

The same private who had given him the earlier orders from the Department of Defence came running up to him again.
"Sir, orders from Boston, we're to resume offencive action against Winnipeg as soon as possible."
"Reinforcements would help" Provost muttered, half to himself.
"Negative sir, Boston reports all additional reserves are earmarked for Ontario or Inglish Columbia."
"Acknowledged, dismissed."
The whistle of American shells firing in retaliation to the earlier PI ones were heard.
"They're insane if they think I'm going on the offecive again, without additional troops" he said to himself, before looking over the trench again, into the fog and smoke that had formed between the two sides.

[Aquatoria]

Pacific Ocean
High Seas Fleet

The High Seas Fleet was doing exactly what it was supposed to do. It was on the high seas dueling the American Western Fleet. Grand Admiral Trudeau was on the deck of his Artorion super-carrier Paul Artorion They had held off the DS navy when the Inglish tried to land. Some regiments landed in the north in Prince Rupert, but the city of Vancouver was able to hold, allowing the rest of the Inglish Expeditionary Force to land in Vancouver. But right now, the High Seas Fleet had to destroy the DS Western Fleet...again. Shells flew into the ocean as the two navies battled it out. If the High Seas Fleet held the Americans, then more Inglish soldiers could land. Trudeau saw as one of the new Zumwalt-class destroyers took a hit and sank, but the Americans still couldn't match the Ontario-class battleships that the High Seas Fleet had with them.

Trudeau looked at the radar and started to hand out orders. "Alright, the fleet will continue evasive maneuvers, and we will continue to engage the Western Fleet. The Inglish navy has to have safe passage through to Vancouver. We decide the outcome of the battle of Vancouver." The men saluted and continued to attack and maneuver. Trudeau was the greatest and most brilliant minded admiral in Canadian history, the Americans would need the same to win this duel.

Manitoban Front

Captain Arthur Simon was waiting for the next American attack on his line. The Fifth Army was able to hold the Americans off near Winnipeg and then pushed them miles back. He brushed some dirt off his shining red uniform. The Americans in their green-grey were preparing for another attack, he just knew it. Then the artillery started to smash into the ground. Screams filled the air as Canadians and Inglish were killed by the shells. Then it happened. Americans in droves of hundreds advanced on the trenches. Arthur however was ready. He nodded to his men. Machine guns opened up and rifles gave the Americans one hell of a pounding. In the Central Plains of Canada, there were very few places to hide from machine guns and other weapons, so the Americans did their best to take shelter in artillery craters and behind rocks. But the men in red held the line. But few Americans found hiding spots. Then Arthur heard more booming. American M-1 tanks pushed forward in a desperate effort to break the lines of the Canadians and force them back to Winnipeg. Then out of the Canadian lines came the feared Leopard tanks. The two rival tank groups battled it out. They charged at each other like medieval knights. The Leopards were fewer in number, but their tank crews knew what they were doing. They were veterans of the Second War of Seccision. These American tankmen were fresh. Soon after a few minutes of tearing each other apart, the M-1s retreated. This was the Canadians time to advance. The trenches became alive with soldiers as they advanced on the American positions. The tanks joined in. Artillery acted like a shield as the army advanced. Havoc attack copters and other ground assault aircraft moved up as well.

Ontarian Front
Battle of Toronto

Field Marshal Worthington looked over a map of the area with his staff trying to find a way to stop the American advance. He had the First Shock Army defending the city, but word had come of old men, women and even children fighting alongside the soldiers with everything from hunting bows to hunting rifles to machine guns. The city was indeed fighting for it's life. "Alright, we will continue to hold here. The city will not be taken if we continue to do what we are doing. The Americans haven't taken Vancouver and they haven't taken Winnipeg. So they will not take Toronto. I hear we have many civilians who have organizerd themselves into fighting units. That's great. But we need to do more. The Great Lake is right next to us. I suggest we bring in the Great Lake Fleet. The Great Lake battleships (which are small battlecruisers) will help us by providing artillery support and also the bambarding of Chicago and Detroit. Both those cities will learn what we are going through. We will prevail, we just need to hold." His staff nodded. Worthington looked outside and saw the trees. They were changing color from green to gold and red. It was still late August and the leaves were changing now. That was unusal. It's as if nature herself means to stop the Americans from defiling her most precious possesion.

[Delfos]

ooc: can i introduce the White Heart here? they will be stationed away from the battlefields just giving support to the wounded and evacuate both wounded and dead from any place agreed from both sides. This is good because i can moderate your dead and wounded :p plus there's no coming back, as one have asked of healing the wounded so they can come back to fight, most of the gun wounds in a war actually make people being still for a month or more, as Pachamama said, this isn't like the movies, people get really hurt from this. If not fatal, a war wounded can loose a leg or being physically or mentally improper to go back tot he field until the war is over.

[Aquatoria]

ooc: sure, that would be alright.