The Ghost Division
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The Murders of the Ghost Division live on in infamy, these are the men that have managed to live in cowardliness and spare their necks from the gallows. The Original Ghost Division has allowed all of their newer Sentinels to swing with a broken neck from our hero Edgar Malone, and yet the true criminals have slithered under cover and escaped justice.
These men slaughtered and butchered the Tir military after England and her allies surrendered to the superior force. The Ghost Division also known as the Sentinels stood in direct defiance of their superior foes and refused to lay there weapons down when ordered to surrender by their own superiors this in my book is text book treason.
During the Elvish Invasion of England of 2018 as they call it, we call it the restoring of the rightful land from the human oppressors and restoring the proper pecking order of Master and Slave in the United Kingdom. The Elves of the Tir the true rulers of the United Kingdom simply could not convince the human slave they needed to step aside and let the true nobles take ownership and the Tir was forced to use military force to reclaim what was rightfully theirs in the first place.
So on October 3rd 2018 the Elves attacked England, Scotland and Whales with a majority of their forces coming across the Irish Sea into England’s South Eastern Coastline. This is where they engaged the Ghost Division that had already dug into the shoreline and was waiting with machine guns and rocket launchers for the poor elves to exit their amphibious carriers. The Ghost Division stood over 10,000 men strong on that first day and by the end only forty-one remained standing well critically wounded but still alive after three days of intense fighting.
The Elven forces stood at over 40,000 men, armour units, ships and newly adapted magical division; with the Ghost Division out numbered more than 4 to 1 they held their ground and kept fighting. The use of trench warfare was already antiquated and unused though thanks to Lesley Bunker, Gerry Dobbs, Gerald Neely, Shelby Malone, and Irwin Forscythe they would dig miles of trenches throughout the wooded coastline as a defence against magical assault….I say unfair tactics, using antiquated warfare against a truly superior foe.
The great battle would last three days and three nights starting on October 3rd at the brink of dawn till the break of dawn on October 6th and over forty thousand lives would be lost. The Elves of the Tir would suffer the greatest casualties and be forced to retreat and abandon their dream of a unified elven land. The Ghost Division would survive and be able to fend off their elven superiors while out numbered and out gunned and even out of supplies as even the British Military would submit defeat and drop supplies for the Tir military in hopes to purge the world of the Ghost Division.
This battle would go to be one of the bloodiest battles of the modern age and so many elves could have been spared if the Sentinels would have simply laid down their weapons when ordered to by the Royal Military. The Royal Military would surrender to the Tir on October 4th the sight of their true masters ships in the Irish seas and the onslaught of magical attacks, not to mention the sheer number of troops laying waste to the landscape. Though when word would spread of the Ghost Divisions defiance the rest of the unified forces would pick up their weapons once again and the resistance would be full blown defiance as the Tir would not be prepared for a surrendering army to once again turn and fight………………..
<<<I think not, okay I am sorry this insulting trash needs to stop. I am one of the surviving members of the Ghost Division I am one of the 41 that stand strong and call ourselves the Original Bad Ass Brigade. We fought log and hard on the most brutal front of the Tir Invasion of the United Kingdom…..I am speaking of the Battle of the Irish Sea, and this was our final stand. We stood ten thousand strong pitted against odds that were greatly against us and the events of those three days would refine what it meant to be a hero.
Though some of you might not know that the Battle of the Irish Sea was not our first engagement though it would be our last, we are officially known as the Fighting Tigers of the United 401st Airborne. We are a special division of what would be NATO forces, we are the unification of The United Kingdom, United States, Germany, France, Spain, Japan, and the Netherlands. This division was formed in 2001 just after the terror attacks in America of current and reserve members of the various nations militarises under the NATO banner and commanded by General Erwin Forscythe with Colonel Jerry Neely as our second in command.
We would be deployed throughout the Middle East, Africa and Asia during those days to engage terrorism wherever it stood and bring down terrorist group and dictator alike. We would be deployed into Mexico to aid in the capture of Cartel bosses and who can forget our battle to free the Kurd’s from the occupying Iranian forces in 2014 or our stand in Israel against the Palestinian Regime in 2016. We lost many men during these theatres of engagement but we always came out victors. Our numbers varied through our 17 years as a the 401st but one thing always rang true…..we stood together and we would fall together.
The Fighting Tigers would find ourselves being deployed to England only a handful of days prior to our fateful stand against the Tir Elves; diplomacy was failing and just like Europe knew in 1918 that war was coming to English soil and for all that was holy we would stand strong…..even if that meant we would all die. The 401st Fighting Tigers began to dig in to the coast of the Irish Sea and with the advice of Sgt. Lesley Bunker, 1st Lt Gerry Dobbs and 1st Lt Wilhuff Palpatine (though we knew him as 1st Lt Kevin Mitchell at the time) we would break out the shovels and heavy machinery and begin digging trenches like they had during the First World War in 1918. We learned a valuable lesson about the new weapon called magic and line of sight and area affect is a problem for any advancing army and we knew the elves had already mastered this new weapon and we were going to be prepared.
So through the day and night, the cold wet nights and misty mornings we dug and prepared for what was to come, though none of us could truly be ready for what we went through and the true hell that would be unleashed on October 3rd 2018. We had been supplied for the long haul and had ourselves dug in deep into the coast line, the trenches slick with mud and stinking of sea water, the tree’s our cover and the rocky beaches laid with mines and barbed wire. We knew this wasn’t going to be easy and yet we felt a sense of duty calling us to stand strong, nobody though could be prepared for the fires of hell to be unleashed and thats just what would happen. Before day break on the 3rd or October the elven military would begin slinging hell fire from the incoming ships onto the shore and even before they made landfall we started loosing men that were outside of the trenches. Fireballs would slam into the coast faster than we could return fire with our artillery guns.
Warfare had truly changed and warfare was no longer about who had more grit and who had more moxy, it was who had more spell casters and we sadly had three, one stationed on each end and the third in the command bunker. Staff Sargent Oliver Jamestown on the Northern Ridge, Command Sargent Major Walter Segal on the Southern Ridge and Captain Tracy Appleton within the Command Bunker; this was our entire magical division of casters…..adepts we had in plenty spell slingers where in short order as many where in training as magic was basically new and unknown.
In the dark hours of predawn the sky exploded with limitless magical rage as fire spells raged across the battlefield and screams could be heard over the explosions of our guns from both sides. Eventually the Royal Air Force would come to our aid and begin bombing the ships as the Naval battle engaged in the southern sea, we had been given a moment of reprieve. Our commanders from the various fronts began barking orders and the radios came to life, we as soldiers dug in and readied our riffles and prepared for the land assault. We where shoulder to shoulder in the mud and sea water, our boots soaked and our bodies cold, but we were unbroken and we would fight to the bitter end.
As predicted the Tir launched their amphibious cruisers and they made headway into the kill zone and this was what we were prepared for. Our officers barked, our radio officers repeated the commands and once the cruisers lowered the gang plank we would begin firing….it was an awkward sensation knowing this is what the Germans saw on D-Day and he we were nearly 100 years later repeating the same tactic just this time we were the good guys holding the shore and not trying to take it. As dawn broke and the sun was burning off the morning mist, the enemy emerged in droves from the carrier and to our surprise it was humans and that was something we were not expecting. The orders rag down the trenches to open fire and thats just what we did, our guns broke the silence and rained hot lead down the beach, tearing into flesh and bone, many young men would never leave the carrier as they would be shot dead and fall into the Irish Sea only to be trampled by their fellow troops. Many vessels never even got to deploy as the fighters in the sky tore it asunder or our big guns sent it to sea floor.
War had truly come to England and this was just the start and lucky for us it would be a short 3 day conflict but it could have been a hell of allot worse. Our guns pounded the coast and sea, our mines and barbed wire would tear them a new one; though as we were gunning them down we were loosing men, radio chatter could be heard screaming for a medic and magical healing was out of the equation….took to damned long. As a Fighting Tiger war and conflict was quite real but this was the first time our entire division stood united, all ten thousand of us as one and yet it seemed like still an impossible task. The Tir Navy was blocking the horizon and their planes blocked out the sun at times, bombs exploded all around us, magical fire engulfed the landscape and trees would come crashing down onto our trenches. We were loosing numbers at a record pace and for everyone of theirs we killed or wounded another five would emerge, suddenly Colonel Neely would figure if this continued at this rate we would run out of supplies sooner than later.
Our officers radioed headquarters for supplies and reinforcements only to be met with tinny chatter and roger that 401st….supplies incoming. Well needless to say they never came that day, and well the supplies would come but the air division would mess up the coordinates and drop our gear on the enemy and in the Irish Sea…Ass Hats. Sorry I am jumping ahead a bit but I needed to get that off my chest. Back to October 3rd 2018, okay the fighting was intense and bodies littered the coast line and our men were falling dead into the mud and sea water that coated our trench floor. The smell of blood and gun smoke burned our nostrils and our ears rang as our guns bellowed white death down range, our snipers carefully removing key targets and for once it seemed as the 401st would be having the upper hand though that would change as the third wave of transports would make the shore and we would be meet with the first wave of casters and adepts.
The battle would wage on for hours, day turned into afternoon and eventually the sun descended behind us ad only the glow of the raging fires would brighten the cold dark night. Black smoke would billow from the forest that was now on fire and any retreat was now gone, we had been tactically cut off from any reinforcements and it was now us against them and we where the only line of defence and we were sadly outnumbered more than four to one. we lost over three thousand men on the first day and this fight was going to rage on further and where the hell or our supplies…..I know never coming!!!
By the time night would overtake the fighting intensified the Northern and Southern Ridges holding strong as they knew if either ridge fell we were all dead. General Forscythe gave a raving inspirational oratory to the Ridge commanders 1st Lt Palpatine on the Northern Ridge and 1st Lt Howard Crowley on the Southern, their radio officers would repeat this oratory to the men and we could hear the rallying cheers over the sounds of war. Once the witching hour hit we had been fighting for over eighteen hours and it didn’t seem like it was going to stop, sleep or even a seconds rest was out of the question and even if we did close our eyes for a second the sound of a bullet rushing overhead would snap us right back to reality.
Many of my battle brothers would be falling around me, many of these men I served with since day one and we have seen countless conflicts, our leaders wouldn’t say it but I could see the concern and worry on their faces. From deep in the Northern Ridge I could hear our song being sung by the troops trying to keep up moral, and for a a second I felt like I was back at base camp singing that song around the campfire with my brothers and sisters a song of comradery and now a song to boost our moral and keep us going…..We Fight Together, We Fall Together!!
Our song echoed through the ridge and it seemed to even spook the Tir forces for a moment as they couldn’t believe us humans would start to sing during a time like this, well that break in there concentration would be exactly what our snipers needed to start removing their spell slinging ass fucks. One by one those fucks where taking bullet in the head from Staff Sargent Cannon, 2nd Lt Oliver, Capt Winters, Sgt T Yates, and Sgt R Malone. These men had the most confirmed elven mage kills during the battle, and would allow for the 401st now being code named the Ghost Division seeing we where like ghosts in the mist. Capt T Appleton would unleash his own hellfire and the magical onslaught from Segal and Jamestown would even the odds as blue, green and black hell fire would ravage the shore and torch those bastards as they ran for cover from our snipers…..ass fucks nobody runs from Tracer and Crosshair and lives to tell the tale!! Sorry this is very hard for me to write, as it is bringing back some very troubling memories, the sounds of my brothers drowning in their own blood and the smell of charred flesh still haunt me today.
By 0300 hours on October 4th the fighting would stale as we had pushed the advancing forces back but at a great cost to our own lines, the trenches coated in blood and gore, fire raged on behind us and the sea water was eating away at the rubber of our boots. We where in a grave situation two of our big guns had been destroyed by the falling trees and the raging forest fire and our other guns where under heavy fire from their fighters. The Royal Air Force had retreated and left us out to dry and even though the shooting had stopped, we knew it would only be a matter of time before the guns barked once more.
Major Noah Baxter our Armoured Division Commander would begin digging trenches further back to control the raging forest fire and little did we know that we would need those trenches later to fall back to. His Armour division had already been decimated by the wrecker spells of the elves and his men aided our fight with increased our numbers but not by much and by 0300 they were aiding by trying to keep us from being burned alive. Though sadly for Noah this would be the last time he would see any of his men alive as the Tir fighters would machine gun down those brave solders in vast numbers nearly cutting them in half. The Tir would continue to dump napalm bombs within the forest around us in hopes of burning us out or at least killing us by smoking us to death.
Thank god for our gas masks or we might have all died from black lung, the heat from the fire was intense and it burned our skin as we regrouped for the next day of fighting. Sgt M Yates having already been wounded used the sand and salt water to stem the bleeding and seal the wound not the smartest idea but our medical staff where running low on supplies and well our doctors and medics where dying in record number the elves could care less about the articles of war and would target our men with the red cross on their helmets…..hence when Capt Wilbur Gravel quickly ordered all medical personnel to dump their medical markings in hopes to safe even a few lives.
As I said earlier the elves must not have thought we had gas masks cause we were awoken by the bombers and big guns dumping mustard gas and agent orange onto us, again thank you Lt Colonel Howell McMasters for insisting that all 401st carry gas masks and chemical gear…..that saved many of us but not all of us…..again I repeat the Tir was ignoring the Geneva Convention here Chemical Warfare had been outlawed since 1993 and now it’s 2018 and here we go it’s the fucking wild wild west. That smell will forever haunt me and I like the rest of the 41 all suffer Agent Orange Syndrome till this day, the pain in our knees and joints is real and every day I curse the Tir.
This little part of The Battle of the Irish Sea they seem to forget when vilifying us also the little part of they torched the escape route and left us with fight or die and no chance for a retreat. Well the second day of fighting would start at 0600 and again the transports would deploy men onto the shore a mix of races would emerge gun in hand, one with the gun and the one behind with nothing but a spare magazine and when the troop with the gun died the unarmed one would pick it up and if they turned tale and ran back to the water they would be shot by their own officers….another violation of warfare but who’s counting. Our guns barked and our last big guns pounded the beach, Noah would be operating Big Betsy alone our biggest and meanest gun, he had dug a trench to conceal her and pound the enemy with her.
Hearing Betsy firing was music to my ears and it would be something the elves would grow to hate, as she would decimate cruiser and even sink one of their frigates that dared to venture to close to the shore. The Naval battle wasn’t going well for the UK as the wrecker spell was an equal opportunity killer, all tactical knowledge said this battle was lost seeing they controlled the air and sea and we the land; but we had heart and we would never surrender. As the day turned into afternoon I noticed I was standing in a pool of blood as many of the men near me had been killed and bleed out within the trenches. Our Northern Ridge was still holding and our Southern was holding on by thread, Colonel MacArthur would take two platoons of men from the centre line to reinforce the failing Southern Ridge and it couldn’t have come a better time for they were down nearly 60% and loosing numbers fast.
Lt Palpatine was down 40% and Forsycthe was down 30% this was only part way through day two and already it seemed bleak but a rousing oratory would come from Sgt T Yates and as well from Lt Dobbs again we would be rejuvenated with a deeper sense of purpose. The fires raged on behind us, their magical assault gone thanks to our snipers and magical counter strike we had them in the kill zone and now it was the Ghost Divisions time to shine….well by 1500 hours that hope was shattered when they would begin air dropping tanks and rolling armour onto the shore along with men. By this point our supplies are dangerously low and medical staff have resorted to using sand and sea water as well as thread from uniforms of the fallen to stitch wounds.
It was not pretty but it got the job done and hopefully infection wouldn’t kill you before the enemy did, or we got rescued…Forscythe and Neely radioed headquarters about the supplies and reinforcements also demanding they send fire fighters to control the blazing countryside…..we were met with tinny chatter alerting us that all fronts have been gas bombed and London was being gassed with chlorine bombs and the Royal Guard was recalled to defend the city from the Tir. We were told to hang in there and supplies would be incoming. That’s when bombs exploded all around us and the sky erupted in green gas as chlorine gas would fill our trenches causing our wounded to suffocate and force our medical staff to try to pull them to the fire trenches dug by Baxter and his men earlier.
We would lose 90% of our medical staff and Dr. Gravel would be severely wounded while attempting to save the lives of the men….he would be forced to tend to his own wounds and use a burning tree branch to cauterise the wound his screams still haunt me, though his bravery was unsurpassed wounded, under fire and under gas attacks he worked on the men throughout the fight, never giving up and never resting for three days he worked tirelessly the 41 Strong all owe their lives to Dr. Gravel and he truly earned the Medal of Honour and Victoria Cross though he didn’t feel he deserved it seeing only 41 survived.
Well once the tanks entered the fray and our armour was a smoking wreck on the beach we were screwed, Big Betsy was running low on munitions and Baxter was growing tired. Our guns couldn’t penetrate the shell. our numbers where being chipped away with every blast of those damn guns, Lt O McKeen would remove one with a well placed Rocket Propelled Grenade strike and another would be blasted into shrapnel by Baxter but our heavy weapons and explosives where limited as our munitions hold exploded the night prior when a burning tree fell on it before we could clear it all out. At 1800 hours our numbers where down and the Northern Ridge was down 60% the Southern Ridge 80% and the Centre 60% it seemed it was over as the waves of men kept coming and they still had one of their largest tanks left peppering us and nothing we had could stop it. Betsy was out of food and Baxter had pulled back to the centre line to aid in the fight there we all new it was over but we couldn’t bring ourselves to surrender and let all the fallen be in vain.
That’s when Pvt Russel and Lt Dobbs would break from the trenches and crawl through the mud and blood towards the tank of death. Pvt Jacob Russel would sacrifice himself in the ultimate act of heroism he stood up grabbing a fallen Tir gun and fired at the tank and Tir soldiers to distract them from Lt Dobbs that was tunnelling through the sludge with the last of of explosives in a satchel and lobbing it under the carriage of the armour unit. Pvt Russel would be gunned down and as he died he simply smiled as Dobbs snuck away and pulled the pin launching a pillar of death threw the bottom of the tank and as the molten copper tore through the armour it would set the entire thing off and in a huge blast the last of their armoured death machines was gone as Dobbs made his way back to the trenches.
The sudden destruction of the Armour unit would send the Tir into a frenzy and for us it was a moment to breath, the fires still raged behind us, the air unbreathable and our supplies gone, ammunition depots empty, medical supplies down to a few bottles of antibiotics and some bandages, food nope and water well we had that but not much. Our wounded refusing to rest and returning to the fight only to die from bleeding out, Dobbs would make multiple trips out to the no mans land to recover rifles and ammunition from the enemy for us to continue to press the offensive, though this would only last so long and eventually well it would be game over.
During the second day of fighting after 1800 the battle would slow down, it seemed that they wanted to smoke us out and hoped to safe supplies themselves as they had figured they could simply overcome whatever the humans could throw at them. Well they didn’t take into count our resolve and our tenacity, they had also never faced the 401st Ghost Division before we never say die……we never yield and we never loose!!
During the night we prepared for what was going to be our last stand, we had already been given orders to retreat but that was physically impossible and also we were not going to let them simply march into England and shoot us all in the back as we burned to death in the inferno they unleashed. We chose to stand strong and fight or die, this was our land and they needed to learn the all races are created equal and we are no slaves. The Ghost Division was going to defy orders and stand and fight or die trying, this was no longer a fight we could afford to lose and the Tir was going to have take this ridge from our cold dead hands.
Are radios clattered through the night as we requested supplies and HQ finally said they where sending an air drop to us in a few hours, Dobbs came up with idea of sneaking out of the trenches under the cover of night and hiding in the mud and sand, hiding within the bodies of the fallen and ambushing the elves as the approached their line in the morning. We could hear them celebrating and toasting to their victory over the inferior humans, well you elven bastards we ain’t dead yet and we won’t be that easy to kill…..we are the Ghost Division and you have poked the bear.
So under the cover of night we slide out of the trenches covered in mud and gore, sand clumping to our sores and wounds we belly crawled through the rock and sludge to the line and waited. It seemed like an eternity as we awaited our final stand armed with their guns and bayonets fixed we waited like a hunter awaits the deer. When the sun broke the dark at 0600 the elves and other Tir forces returned to their line and while they where still chatting and recovering from the celebration during the night our guns once again broke the silence, though this time we were on top of them.
The surprise was all we needed and we cut down hundreds in the first assault, they look on their fucking faces was priceless as the stupid humans outsmarted their fucking worthless assess. This time the fight was going to be fair as they couldn’t gas us seeing we were on top of them in a fucking blink. You would think this was going to lead to a victory but it was only the start and yet a great start to the final day of this bullshit. We emerged from the mud like wild men screaming our war cry as we took the fight straight to them, blades would sink into flesh and tear limb from limb as Major Longshanks bleeding would draw his sabre and scream “None Shall Pass!” and become a true terror to behold.
We fought for hours cutting them down by the dozens till once again the transports would come ashore and we would be forced to retreat back to the trenches to recoup. We made a stand but that would only work once and this was now our final stand, we were a mere few hundred from the ten thousand we were on day one. Even Dr. Gravel had taken up arms and let me tell you old Wilbur can fight like a rabid wolverine, but now with weapons and a new plan we knew we could beat them….it was simply now wait for the supplies ad this is ours to win or loose.
Well at 1500 hours the planes swooped down and the air drop came…..our boxes, our ammo, our salvation fell from the sky and when the shoots opened they came down and down……well when they landed they were on the enemy line and some in the sea. Our hearts broke, our moral crumbled, this was it nothing more was coming, we were lost and the ghost Division was going to fall here and now. Neely rose up and his voice echoed through the trenches he gave a commanding speech something Sir Winston Churchill would have been proud of. Even though he stole some of it from Churchill’s famous address, though we understood and well it was fitting for the situation. The Tir where demanding our surrender from megaphone and they were meet with gunfire and shouts of “Fuck Off, Piss Off”…..you get the jest we were never going to surrender and that was enough to push us to regroup. The elves didn’t know our Southern and Northern ridges had fallen and only the Centre remained, but to our luck they would make a tactile blunder and perform Pickets Charge……dumb flower eaters.
They never learned their history and that Pickets Charge was a military blunder and something that should never be performed even in dire situations and yes we contemplated it ourselves…..but really what did we have left to loose everything else had failed and we where down to being scrappers and fighting with blades against guns, yup that is a quick way to end up dead…..even if you are None Shall Pass Longshanks.
We knew they would charge the centre and expect to break the trench line and over take us, well they forgot about the rear fire trenches, more foxholes that Baxter had dug earlier. So we did retreat but only a hundred yards into the burning forest and waited once more, we divided our numbers in half and took both the right and left flanks and simply waited. As predicted the Tir forces charged the our line and we did open fire, see we new how to shoot and yes the distance was long but it was all about aiming higher. Also they would open fire tossing their grenades into the trench that we once called home only to find it empty, they would be met with magical death from Appleton, Jamestown and Segal who were hiding in the trench under multiple layers of barriers and Jamestown would cast a mana barrier cutting off their retreat and forcing them to continue there assault…..guess what you fucks two can play the magical game and we have a mother fucking Set, Haunted and Rags Bitches!!!
There blunder and our trap had worked and so the fight raged on as we would cut them down, though they elves still had big guns that bombarded us. The fight would go one for hours as we died one by one and we killed them in mass, not a single one of us was not stabbed, shot, burned or worse by this point the death cries could be heard over the symphony of war. The evening had turned to night we all ached and pain ravaged our bodies and minds, sleep deprivation and poisoned air burned our skin and festered our wounds. All seemed bleak and all seemed to be lost as the sounds of jet engines could be heard above and then the ice cold shock of falling water would extinguish the fire as fire plane after fire plane would dump it’s load on us; some of our men would go into shock and die from the cold water shock and PVC Fredrick Taylor would die from a a broken neck caused by the falling gallons of water hitting us like bricks.
The sudden water blasts would cause our mages to loose concentration well wouldn’t you if a few hundred gallons suddenly fell on you…..well Segal, Appleton and Jamestown would draw their swords and engage the fray. This was to be our final stand and as our numbers shrunk from a few hundred, to slightly more than a hundred and then under a hundred and than like toy soldiers we started to fall down one by one until their was only 41 left standing…..well standing is saying allot, more like fighting dead. At 0430 the ground rumbled and trees fell as the Royal Marines where inbound and they had armour…….thank the gods we were rescued. The Tir would retreat back across the Irish Sea and they would surrender to the UK not long after their defeat at the Irish Sea; some say that the Royal Marines where the ones that deserve the credit for that fight…..Oh Hell No, they showed up at the end…ya we needed it but we did everything and lost 9,959 men and the 41 strong were not out of the woods.
The 41 Strong would all be sent to the regional MASH unit and receive intimidate medical attention and surgery. They had to sedate Dr. Gravel who was arguing that he was fine and could help his men…..spoiler alert he wasn’t fine. None of us were and for us surviving was bitter sweet, we had been victorious but the 401st was done we were no more this was truly our last stand. The Elvish War would end officially on October 8th 2018….and surprise, surprise the Tir would accept zero responsibility for the invasion and blame the humans for sparking the war and shooting first…..excuse me, I was their on day one Hell Blasts and Fireballs count as firing first mother fuckers!!
The refused to pay restitution for the death toll, the chemical attacks and the destruction to the landscape that will never heal. The scar of war is forever stained upon the shores of the Irish Sea. The 41 strong would be given a hero’s welcome when we returned to London, the locals cheered, littered the sky and street with ticker tape and held banners tanking the 401st and Ghost Division. We were even all knighted by Queen Elizabeth and given the nations highest honours of the Victoria Cross for what we had done and what we sacrificed. We would learn that our moxy and drive kept all the fronts fighting through the gassing and unrelenting attacks and when all seemed lost the would sing our anthem and hail the Ghost Division.
The other commanders were inspired by our devotion and if the Ghost Division is still fighting than we shall all fight till our last dying breath….The UK never surrendered that was another lie spread by the pesky sore losers that were trying to save face in front of their pricks of nobles. One thing you all need to know about the UK is they are tough bastards and will never give up even when the deck is stacked against them and the same holds true for the 401st we proved that at the Irish Sea.
It was the Queen that sent the Royal Marines to rescue us and thank god for the Queen or our sacrifice might never be known and the truth forever lost. The Tir military would begin to spin it that we defied orders and that the UK had surrendered and our defiance would be the only reason others started fighting when they sent their peace dignitaries to Buckingham Palace….well if you mean they sent their special forces squad to assassinate the royals than I would believe you.
The problem was that eventually the war of the nobles would ravage the countryside and the European Legion would distort the history in the favour of the Tir. Thus allowing for the Tir’s propaganda to be believed and turning the 41 strong into villains overnight, the Original Bad Asses would be hunted and forced out of England. Thanks to Edgar Malone taking on the mantle of being the one to bring us to justice he has kept the misinformation campaign burning seeing that if it’s learned that we are innocent and actually hero’s than his judicial hangings of our newer members suddenly becomes wilful murder with special circumstances and an act of treason. There is a reason many in power want us silenced, we know the truth, we know the Tir used chemical warfare as we are living proof…thank you Agent Orange Syndrome.
They know that if we become national treasures again and our story is told for real than they are all outed as enemies of the crown and face the hangman’s noose, easier to spread false information than accept the truth. doesn’t help that the veterans of the fight on the Tir side have been spewing the false truth and by this point they have told the lie so many times they believe it to be true…..the Ghost Division actually has records, documents, radio transcripts and well concrete evidence to back up everything we claim. This was our last stand and what benefit so we garner from lying about it, we lost all but 41 of our battle brothers and sisters….to lie would disgrace their ultimate sacrifice and especially the heroism of Pvt Jacob Russel who we all still hail as the true hero of the battle. We would never disgrace his memory nor the memory of any of our fallen brothers or sisters….anyone who ever served in the military and was in a conflict zone would understand this, just ask them sometime.
Well I hope this is enough information about the history of the Ghost Division and not the vile propaganda spewed forth by the Tir, we are fed up with the lies and hatred that are being slung at us. Our history is a vast one and with our return to legal standing within England and fully and always welcomed in the US you can reach the Ghost Division through the US Elite and we will be happy to regale you with our history we might have only officially been around from 2001 to 2018 but we stand tall now as the Sentinels though they still use the moniker of the Ghost Division and General Erwin Forscythe has more than earned the right and has the blessing of the 41 Strong; Once a Sentinel Always a Sentinel, Once a Ghost Always a Ghost……We Stand United in the face of Tyranny….401st Ghost Division Forever…..Captain Dover Barton>>>
<<<Well said Captain, it is an honour to have served alongside you Dover and I am proud to call you brother. There is allot of scuttle about regarding the Ghost Division and allot of misinformation as well. We are the last of the original 401st and we fought and died on the ridge within view of the Irish Sea, over 9,000 men fell and would become part of history forgotten and dishonoured by those that once hailed them as hero’s.
It seems that only the veterans of the popular wars are remembered and even those that show true bravery are still lost to history, and if you return with a flag draped over your casket only those that loved you will pass on your story. A veteran doesn’t serve for praise, or does he serve for fame, we serve cause we all heard the call and we answered that call all willing to lay down our lives in the name of freedom.
The Ghost Division has the most tragic of tales, we where built out of need and we could have become one of greatness. Though God had another fate in store for us, we would be the ones that would stand as the sentinels of freedom, standing tall in the face of tyranny. We stood on the ridge in 2018 shoulder to shoulder all of us family, all of us brothers, facing a uncertain future in the mud and sea water; we would fall one by one like toy soldiers and be feed to their machine guns. We would crawl through the clouds of toxic gas, mud and gore with our boots worn and coated in the guts of our brothers, our division new that we would die for freedom, we knew that we were the ones that stood proud and forever united.
With every passing year we would have new soldiers entering the 401st and with each year they seemed to get younger and younger till we would become the adoptive parents of fresh faced kids….all of age but truly innocent and young in heart and soul, remember “The first casualty of war is innocence.” we the veterans knew that it was our job to guide these young men and yet we knew that the hardest part would be to say good bye to someone so innocent and so young.
Well the Battle of the Irish Sea would be where so many young lives would end and so many would become immortal as they would never see another birthday. They would become part of history and their names written in the books of the fallen to be hailed on Remembrance Day and forgotten through the rest. Their names read while the politicians and civilians adorned yellow poppies on their lapels and breast, waved a national flag and thanked a veteran for their service; though never stopping to ask a veteran of their stories, the stories of the fallen that we all hold so dear.
So many young lives forever gone and never to return, so many lives that are shattered when those back home receive the unfortunate visit or letter from the military funeral affairs office, we in the Ghost Division will always remember the fallen; we will never forget the families that still mourn their sons and daughters that will never return home. As one of the 41 Strong I live with the memories of all those that fell and never returned home, I live with the horrors haunting me nightly and I can still hear their cries and coughing blood and the cries for their mother. Those memories haunt my senses, my war wounds ache and as I grow older and I look at my own children I wonder what how I would react if my son volunteered for service and than one day I received that knock on my door.
My heart would break and I know that many of the families still do, I understand why the families of those we fought against hate us and call us killers….well thats what war is, the opus of the survivors and the dirge for the fallen with no one to blame but the soldiers. We in the Ghost Division might only have been in operation for 17 years and I cherish each one and every brother I fought alongside or simply got to know over a beer and a smoke at HQ.
We kept a tradition of remembrance and we never forgot one of our fallen, yes we would lose men and gain men like all military orders during times of war, but for us this was something we held dear and we felt we needed to keep their memories alive. That’s why we held the motto of Once a Tiger always a Tiger, it would change after the the Irish Sea to Once a Ghost always a Ghost and our unit name change was fitting seeing we are simply ghosts of the past. We are outdated soldiers that don’t have a place in today’s modern military, we hold true to old fashioned values and yet we know that our way lives on in the hearts of those that came after. We also know that the ghosts of our brothers are marching and watching over us all and regaling our songs from the heavens to keep us focused and driven to tell the tale.
We might simply be old men now but we were once young, the war changed us all, our hearts bleed for those we lost, and we are now older and wiser but still ghosts of the Irish Sea and something history needs to never forget. We the 41 Strong have written a song that we sing each year when we gather to remember the fallen and what they gave up for us to live, what they sacrificed and what we gained by surviving. We may be haunted and we maybe forever damaged but we are the Ghost Division and we are the ones that crawled through hell and came out covered in blood and guts, mud caked our wounds, the fires of hell seared our skin and sea water burned our cuts as the sand sealed our wounds. We stood 10,000 shoulder to shoulder and now we stand 41 Strong our heads held high and forever bonded in blood and tears, this is our story and this is our legacy.
We simply ask that if you see a veteran on the street, in the store, sitting in church or standing in silent prayer before a grave to just thank them for their service and ask to hear their tale. For ever veteran deserves respect and every veteran fought for freedom they fought for each and everyone of you. We stand watching history in the making yet again with the US Elite and their fate is unknown, will they last through the ages or will they like the 401st fall one by one till they have their last stand on some foreign theatre, we salute the volunteers and offer them our wisdom and message. We offer them our greatest thanks for forging ahead in the fate of uncertainty, ours was unknown and we would become forever forged in history while others remain forgotten. I salute each and everyone of you I only wish I could serve alongside you and fight shoulder to shoulder once again. Though my old joints and war injuries have me benched and if I can only be a trainer and an officer than thats what I can offer you my children, may god bless you and may you become part of history and not lost to it…….General Adolf Ackerman>>>
This song was written by Oliver McKeen after the Battle of the Irish Sea, This is a tribute and dedicated to all that fell during those three fateful days. Voice: Tudor Yates, Cello: Wilhuff Palpatine, Drums: Gerry Dobbs.
The 41 Strong
Original Bad Asses!!
Walter Segal (Rags):
Rudolph Malone (Gentleman):
Lesley Bunker (Cynic):
Shelby Malone (Slicer):
Sid Malone (Dump Shock):
Gerry Dobbs (Turtle):
Byrd Ransom (Punisher):
Arnold Malone (Schoolmaster):
Dover Barton (Polaroid):
Wilhuff Palpatine (Chancellor):
Marvin Yates (Accountant):
Tudor Yates (Professor):
Tracy Appleton (Set):
Hemingway Yorkshire (Custodian):
Martin Harrison (Riddler):
Hershel Horowitz (Checkmate):
Hershel Meisner (Rabbi):
Rugby Carson (Peanut):
Forrest Churchill (Safari):
Adolf Ackerman (Dictator):
Richard Longshanks (Limbo):
Gerald Neely (Order):
Joseph Millburn (Old Joe):
Sly Grimm (Eclipse):
Douglas O’Bannon (Winter Rat):
Bakari Bomani (Horus):
Reverdy Appleton (Anubis):
Wesley MacArthur (Duellist):
Howell McMasters (Blarney):
Russel Winters (Crosshair):
Oliver Jamestown (Haunted):
Noah Baxter (Panzer):
Erwin Forscythe (Crimson Ghost):
Oliver McKeen (Beast):
Wilbur Gravel (Samael):
Howard Crowley (Raven):
Wesley Taffer (Scimitar):
Andrew Cannon (Tracer):
Edwin Malone (Crawdad):
Elmer Jamestown (Doberman):
Geoffrey Oliver (Binary):