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 (42*) Strong
Original Bad Asses!!
<<< The 41 strong, another group with friends and family I didn’t know about. Seems to be a bit of a recurring theme for me on the site. Don’t be fooled by General Ackerman using purple up top, this is certainly me again. You will be able to tell based on the writing of course. For those on the page that may have any qualms with what I write be sure to send any complaints in writing to President Elect McKeen and Father Segal since they are the ones who put in this request. This includes anyone in a white suit or stylish robes, though they should be a bit busy at the moment. Well, nothing left but to get to it! ………… Maximilian Yates >>>
Walter Segal (Rags): It seems only fair that I start with Father Segal since he was the one who initially requested I undertake this project. What can I say about this longtime friend of the family. Well, I suppose it is out by now that he is a high ranking member of the Kingsman. He is an extremely accomplished swordsman and one of the three members of Sharknado, which should terrify anyone with even half a brain (I will explain below when I get to my old boss and trainer). While he may be a Kingsman, he is a truly caring priest and has recently joined the US Elite over here in the Americas in order to help more individuals who need the guiding hand of a spiritual leader and the understanding viewpoint of a combat veteran. He works alongside our other members of the clergy and is on a rotation for giving services throughout the week. While I don’t necessarily belong to his flock, I know that if I need guidance he is one of the best to see. I am proud to have met him recently and look forward to working alongside him within the elite.
Rudolph Malone (Gentleman): Ah, a senior senator. Going to have to get to know this man much better. What can I say about the Gentleman other than that his name is accurate? Rudolph here is a lovely man to sit and talk to. He is very insightful both in the politics of this country, as well as to what the people on the street truly need. He uses his political influence and experience to help the citizens maintain a peaceful life. Though he was not always a member of the Senate, and as a member of the 41 strong he put his life on the line for England, and by extension the world at large. As a member of the Cajun Cavalry he helps both in the war room and on the battlefield to protect Louisiana and keep the horrors of the bayou where they belong – in the bayou. He serves the US Elite as a retired Staff Sargent (after all, you cannot be active military while in the government) and lends his experience to the cadets and organisation as a whole. He has risked his life countless times to oppose tyranny, and continues to do so. For that, we are all thankful.
Lesley Bunker (Cynic): Now here is a man that is extremely respectable (though that is not uncommon on this page). Lt Col Bunker has an extreme amount of experience in military combat. He has never truly left the battlefield and has continued to excel in all aspects of warfare. While all of these brave souls may be hurt in some way, or in most cases multiple ways, they continue to push past the pain in order to help save this country. He has lent his skills to the Patriots in order to help end battles before they begin and to minimize casualties on both sides. Regardless of what side of the battle a soldier is on they are still a loss when they pass. Cynic is many things, but cynical isn’t one of them and he truly believes in reuniting the country. When this battle ends (and it looks like the end may be in sight) the fewer souls who have been lost the closer to whole the country will be. As another way to help keep the peace within the borders of our nation he too has chosen to join the US Elite and that is where I was lucky enough to sit down abd have a cup of coffee with him. I’m looking forward to learning more and working with you in the future Cynic. Stay safe out there!
Shelby Malone (Slicer): The Slicer himself, straight from the Bayou. Leader of the Cajun Cavalry and proud member of the President’s Men. He knows that all before him are no match and displays his weaponry as a dare and testament to his skill. I assure you; he is not bluffing. That said, if you take the time to know him he is quite an interesting individual filled with insight and forethought. Some people say he is a bit dark, but that is really only in his wardrobe choices. I see him, like many of us, as more grey than anything else. Something most wouldn’t know about Shelby, he is quite loyal to his friends and family. Recently another member of the 401st was injured and he was there to make sure that the other was taken care of. If you are an ally don’t let the rumors or the tonality fool you. If he is around that likely means one or more of his brother’s are also near, and I don’t mean just his brothers in the 401st. It is a testament to them that the Malone’s stay close to each other. They watch out for their family and while Shelby may be the leader, they all take good care of one another.
Sid Malone (Dump Shock): Another of the Malone’s, Sid here (better known as Dump Shock) is another great guy. Like his brother people say he is a bit dark, though not as much. I haven’t figured out why. It must be the colored ties – the blues look nice, but have you thought about purple? I think they are both more gray than dark, and masters of it. I guess you could say it comes from the top of the family and flows down, though more like a lightning bolt than a tree. Then again, I digress. For those who don’t know, Sid has a great sense of humor – though this may be the one place where he is a little dark. Then again if you run the shadows and don’t have a dark sense of humor you either wield a pink lightsaber or are a dreamer. I can tell you he is certainly neither. He has recently joined the Elite and begun helping to train the cadets. He also joined the Harbingers and has been lending his skills there. The two of them have been doing amazing work with us for the citizens of Seattle and the country. Like all members of the 401st this is nothing new for Dump Shock. He has been saving the public and putting himself in harms way to do it for many, many years. As does everyone on this page, he deserves our gratitude. Let me proudly be one to say thank you for all that you have done.
Gerry Dobbs (Turtle): The Turtle. Okay, yes, I know he is a ninja based on the President’s Men page. No, his name is not based on the old movies – or at least I don’t think it is. I don’t think he is friends with Raph either, but now isn’t the time to talk about pizza. What do I know that is true about Turtle’s name? Well, I can tell you that he goes at his own pace and will still finish first. I had the absolute pleasure of learning from him recently in a training exercise. His skill as both a combatant, as well as a teacher, are beyond impressive. I learned a lot, but more importantly he was able to immediately differentiate for the different skill levels of all his students. After all, I simply joined in as an observer for the cadets and their training, and while I’m not a member of the 41 strong I’m also no cadet. In addition, he is always there with a positive viewpoint and piece of advice for others. Just being in the area and listening to him speak will grant you a unique perspective on the situation at hand. Just watch out for the Blue Man Group when he is around, they do tend to have surprise shows when he is in the mood for some music.
Byrd Ransom (Punisher): The Punisher, another of the few members of the Harbingers that is also a member of the 41 strong. What can I say here that I haven’t already expressed? For one, this man is truly fearsome with a blade. While most lose their way while learning the art of combat, especially to the extreme that he has mastered, Punisher has never wavered in what he fights for or believes in. Something I wish I could say, and in my eyes deserves extreme levels of respect. To be able to keep your ethics and make them the core of what drives you even during war is incredible and a lesson that many should learn from his example. Lord Ransom here is also an old friend of the family, and it seems that thanks to my change in height a number of years ago I had forgotten a number of old barbecues he had attended. I can tell you, this is one man that does not like his hamburger messed with. Some say the rivalry with the 82nd started when Frostbite made a point of sending Rabbi to give Punisher a hard time for eating a cheeseburger on Passover, though I suspect that this is just someone pulling my leg (or putting me on a shish kabob). Either way, I suppose only the members of this unit know that secret and they aren’t telling anyone.
Arnold Malone (Schoolmaster): Not my fault – man I have been hearing that a lot lately. Watch out, your brother’s apprentice is next to you! Just joking Schoolmaster, after all I did need a lesson in long distance travel. For those who don’t know, Governor, er, Senator Elect Malone here is a great guy with a legendary sense of humor. When he saw there was a need for a 52nd Senator to do some good in Washington he immediately started on his campaign and endorsed his brother to continue his good work in Louisiana. Most don’t know, but Arthur is accomplished in field medicine in addition to his many other credits. He recently helped someone who was so cold they looked like a block recover at an extraordinary rate. Its just one of the many examples of Arnold’s kindness and caring. He will put himself out there, and I mean REALLY out there, to help his family and friends whenever he needs it. I’m proud to call him both a colleague and friend. Here’s to you Schoolmaster!
Dover Barton (Polaroid): I have to say, I had no clue that Dover here was a horseman or 401st member back when I was in theoretical physics in University. He was a difficult professor, but fair. He worked hard to push his students as hard as he could. One might even say that when he was teaching it sometimes felt like everything was heavier than normal, almost as if 9.8 became a little higher. Though I suspect that was just the work of the calculations regarding celestial bodies. Anyway, I digress – though if you couldn’t tell I enjoyed the mathematics. When on the battlefield Dover is a sight to behold. He wields his chosen weapon with extreme precision. Let me tell you, if Dover ever transforms he is a sight to behold. Just pray he is farther away than he looks. In fact, know that if he transforms the proverbial poop has hit the fan and we are ALL going to need a shower – and our cars a new paint job. Though I can say that I now understand why they used to call him Pac-Man. Bright orbs are quite fun to eat as long as they don’t give you heart burn. In the video game that is, he really gets into that one.
Wilhuff Palpatine (Chancellor): Ah, what can I say about Morpheus. Normally this is where I would mention that he already has a profile up in the Harbingers and leave it there, but he and the rest of the family deserve more than that. Before you ask the answer is yes, I was surprised about the family bit too. Though this does explain why all of my elders are so cagy whenever ask for their least favorite thing in the world – details. Though I will say that unlike some, Wilhuff and I are similar in that while you may not care for what we are saying, it is almost certainly the truth. That is, if you have clearance to hear our answer. Corollary, there are many that do not have clearance. Apparently the truth can be annoying at times, just ask my better half; though I digress. Alright, so to avoid the lower hanging fruit (darn gravity) I suppose I could mention that he is an expert in the art of data processing. He flies his way right through files as if they were on a hologram. Placing them into their proper locations and undetectable compartments. He is an expert of moving things unseen from place to place. He just makes sure that it gets where it needs to go. If there is ever too much, there is a simple motto. Buy another ship. Yes, this and more are just morning coffee and I can say that I have enjoyed getting to know his morning brew. Anyway, before he senses a disturbance, I’d best move on to another.
Marvin Yates (Accountant): Good ol’ Uncle Marvin. I remember back in the day in the summers I would intern for him over in England. Reminds me of the time Nomad brought by his week’s ledgers just to give me a hard time. Talk about the old days. Marvin has always been a good man. Aside from his time in the 401st and keeping the public safe he is also a noble of England. I have had the opportunity to get to know him in that manner thanks to the machinations of an old friend of mine. He really fights for what he believes the will help the common man – and he is usually right about what is meant to happen. Don’t be fooled though, even if he were not English he would have risked his life back in 2018. He has always stood up for the little man and put others before himself. Except at holiday dinner. He used to put dad in front of him once the matzah started flying. I’ll take sniper bullets over my aunt or my mom’s throwing arm – Free Bird’s aim is worse. I’m starting to wonder if that bread was dikoated. Either way those evenings are some of my best memories from growing up and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. People forget that while these individuals are veterans and combat monsters that they are people too. They may have killed others for a cause, but they put their own lives and the wellbeing of their own families on the line.
Tudor Yates (Professor): The man in white, talk about a complicated relationship. The two of us have a relationship that has gone in every direction known to man (we may have even discovered a few just for fun). I suppose not only our direct connection has shifted radically, but so has the way that he wishes to be perceived by the world. For those who don’t know much about Tudor Yates, which is likely most people, he was not always the monster of The Death’s Hand that violated liberties and murdered people by the tens of thousands. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not disregarding those years or creating an excuse, but it is worth knowing that he was once a good man. When the hand collapsed (aside from all of us feeling that clap) something in him changed. A cog shifted, maybe some hair fell out, heck for all I know he put on the wrong size shoes; however something within him changed. Not everything, but something important. I still don’t see him very much, but he is trying to be a better person. His workings within the US Elite are a start to that. He has also recently begun down the path of the light – and not due to his choice in clothing. While the jury isn’t out yet, it also shouldn’t be decided either. I wish you luck dad – may the force be with you. When it comes to redemption we are both going to need it.
Tracy Appleton (Set): Well everyone, strap in and get ready for the ride – Set is in town! Alright I may be jesting a bit, but I do owe you for the shout out on your team’s page. I would say I hope you are taking care of my cousin, but I know fully well she can take of herself. For all those that see nothing more than the joke at the beginning and cannot see beyond the chaos, well I pity you. Set does enjoy his fun (who doesn’t), but make no mistake. He is all in for restoring the US to what it once was and keeping the civilians and military safe and well run. He may choose to set off a magical bomb here or there to keep us all on our toes, but complacency isn’t healthy to begin with. While many think of his namesake, most don’t know the true grit and strength he, and all of these brave individuals, put in just to survive that battle let alone come out the victors. We are lucky as a society that he helps to protect the country and world for that matter. Many get nervous when they see Set coming around (some even feel it in their bones), but I say hello and extend a hand. I’m proud to say I’m serving with you.
Hemingway Yorkshire (Custodian): Another paragon of ethics and due process, the Custodian is also a member of the 41 strong. Now I may have some family issues, but this gentleman has a whole different level of complications. For those who don’t know, Hemingway here was framed as dead for decades by his brother through freezing his body in a form of stasis. The Curator then took over his brother’s rights and titles, gaining access to a vast fortune and his entire land hold. Thankfully, a certain awesome Uncle had a hunch that something was funky and was able to revive this man. While he may not be a member of the US Elite, he did happen to be on base recently to say hello to a few of his friends and donate his time to help the cadets learn a thing or two from another of the greats. I happened to cross paths with him during dinner and had a lovely conversation. As a brand new member of parliament, even just the small parcel of wisdom he shared was extremely enlightening. It was a breath of fresh air to discuss politics and the state of the Union in the moment with someone as experienced, polite, and a stalwart defender of the people. I look forward to seeing you again in London to finish the new documents!
Martin Harrison (Riddler): The elite hangman himself, Riddler is here to dispense justice when it is deemed appropriate by the courts. I have to tell you I have to keep your name a secret from a Reject friend of mine. While many think that you have to be a heartless being without emotion to do the work that he and the other (former) guild members do, I can tell you that isn’t true. Most people don’t know about Lord Harrison two things. The first is that despite the fact that the convicted is to die for their misdeed, he treats them with the utmost respect both before and after death. The second, is that he is a rather bright and cheery chap. Being a friend of my old boss (now I know how) he dropped by the castle in Germany before we had taken the task of subjugating England. I have never seen Checkmate laugh as hard as I did that night. If you happen to run into him in the coffee shop by PP1 or make sure to ask him about the wooden night and Arthur’s brother. I’m chuckling just thinking about it – and I can’t afford to laugh too much in close quarters so I will leave it here. See you on base!
Hershel Horowitz (Checkmate): So I suppose before I get into any of the stories I know from having the honor and privilege of working with General Horowitz I should probably explain what I meant by “members of Sharknado” (leave it to the True Demure to misunderstand) when I made the comment in Rag’s bio above. Not too long ago a few cowardly dragons decided they were going to launch an assault on a large number of important personnel within the runner world to weaken a certain base. Most runners they attacked directly, but three were members of what I (jokingly) referred to as Sharknado. You see, even the ancient dragons were afraid to confront Checkmate, Rags, and Moray up front, so instead they decided to pull a new tactic. It was so new that they basically jumped the shark, after which they then teleported in their young and literally threw it at the three of them. Then, the dragons ran for their lives knowing that the shark wouldn’t do much more than upset these three. The reference is from an old movie where the main plot (if you want to call it that) was to deal with a literally tornado of sharks. Scarily enough there were a series of these movies, but hopefully there won’t be a sequel to this ridiculous action. Face your enemies up front. Ran out of space on this one, sorry boss! Will have to tell the shore story another day!
<<Lt Gen Herschel Horowitz was killed in action during the Alexandrian Conflict within the Butte theatre on December 22nd 2076….RIP Dear brother, may you finally find peace and rest, you will be forever missed and never forgotten>>
Goodbye old friend. I’m sorry I wasn’t there in your last moments, I hope it was quick and painless. Until I see you on the other side, rest your weary soul. For when I finally join you we will have some hell to raise. To you Checkmate! May the hatred that separated you be gone and forever be nothing more than a memory of the past. Rest in peace – we will take care of the rest. The wrong done to you will be righted; you shall both be avenged.
Hershel Meisner (Rabbi): Uncle Hershel, talk about an interesting man. Politician, religious leader, shadowrunner, you name it and he can do it. One of the few casters in our family (there are only four that I know of) and yet he is so good in martial and hand to hand combat that you rarely ever see him cast a spell (other than his signature lightning of course). For friends and family he is the destroyer of mixed plates and hunter of bread for one week a year. If you think I’m kidding ask my friend base 12 about the bush he kept feeding rolls during Passover last year… Make no mistake, this man is not just a lip service religious leader. He follows what he says at the temple and leads service (and is now legal in all countries). I was glad to have him in his professional capacity not long ago, and all were glad to see him.
Rugby Carson (Peanut): Another old family friend Carson here is a great man. Aside from his many achievements in battle he has remained an incredibly kind person. If you are ever feeling unwell or uneasy and Peanut is around just go talk to him. He has a story for everything and they are always good. If you are a parent with a small child he will enjoy the little one endlessly. Just beware, if he and Polaroid are together you may want to clear your schedule. I remember Carson from way back in the day at old family barbecues and holiday dinners. He was always somehow there when he was needed, but gone in a flash. I guess that’s what god-parent does though. Nowadays we occasionally get the pleasure of catching up when he is in Seattle keeping the terrorists on this side of the pond from causing to much damage or from spreading. After all, organizations like Free Bird, the True Demure, and Legion grow like cancers if you don’t extract and remove them first. If he is on mission, then don’t bother him and like all of these men if you are an enemy then it is best to unlock your door and take a few sips of your favorite drink, for your life is forfeit.
Forrest Churchill (Safari): While Rabbi is the hunter of cheeseburgers, Safari is the hunter of big game – especially elves. His specially designed nets will hold anything they entangle and either choke or cut it to ribbons. If you are wondering why I mentioned elves, that is because Safari is the current head of the HRM (and for those who are wondering, yes we are still friends even though he kicked me out). Safari as a person is what I suspect you are all interested in, and to that I can say many positive things. First and foremost, this gentleman has an excellent taste in scotch whiskey and cigars. In the line of work we all have entered it is necessary, and very few of us can tolerate what some of the police smoke. We need a little more help with our nerves and minds. If that’s the case for you, outside of cousin Sly’s private stock, Safari keeps the best around. He runs the HRM like an avenger of the people that the Tir oppressed and I have to assume that what transpired on the Irish sea was a big part of that. I’m sorry that I wasn’t awake enough to help back then, but I’m glad to know you now.
Adolf Ackerman (Dictator): Next up is another man I have had the opportunity to spend some time with. This man is a genius when it comes to marshaling troops and setting up a large-scale invasion. While everything this man did always left me in awe, his ability to suss out a hidden bunker or reinforcement line is in a league of its own. Every general of the hand had their unique specialty (for some of us its sarcasm), and for Dictator this is just one of many he has mastered. As a person Adolf is quite kind when he isn’t on the battlefield. While I didn’t see it during our time under Alexander due to his cover, he is always looking to reduce and remove property destruction. He understands that while loss of infrastructure can lead to a won battle, sometimes its removal leads to ruling over nothing. There is no purpose to gaining a locations if its value has dropped to zero or in order to use it you must invest more resources than it is worth. Further, now that we are fighting for the public and not domination, reducing the actual structures means that rebuilding will take a long time and the people will suffer. Dictator here is another of us on the path to redemption and is making strides to prove it. I look forward to continuing our work together old friend, when we are both in town make sure to drop by for some of pop’s smoked dinner!
Richard Longshanks (Limbo): aron Longshanks, talk about meeting under extreme circumstances. Our introduction was when we were being framed for the death of Lord Neely (side note: we were protecting him!) and quickly became friends during the experience. For a new member of parliament learning from this master of history has been extremely enlightening. His caring for Whales (coincidentally I happen to know Who, the princess of that land) is unfathomable and he has worked to guard it for a long time. I was there when he stumbled upon the ring that he handed her and let me tell you he couldn’t have been happier to see his homeland’s safety secured. I remember he remarked that none shall pass her borders without permission now that their future is secured (though I suspect that wasn’t often a problem). I must admit that she seemed quite surprised when she was given the trinket, but such matters are of course beyond me. Limbo is a serious man, but a good one all the same. He thinks nothing of putting his life on the line for the people and will never stop until the evil doers have been put down. He is the truest symbol of a knight in modern times, for he always gives his enemies the chance to surrender and lay down their weapons. Unfortunately for them, they rarely have the good sense to listen. He has a heart of gold, but when what he cares about you best pray to your god for he may have your soul, but your rear is Limbo’s.
Gerald Neely (Order): Right, now you make sure to take out the perimeter defenses, and then we take him out. Oh wait a minute, we were framed! Well, Order knew that since we getting shot and stabbed with him. For those who don’t know, swords hurt just as much in England as they do in the Americas; just trying to remove rumors. Uncle Jerry here is another gentleman I met under odd circumstances in England, but I wouldn’t trade having met him for the world. Aside from his commitment at the Irish Sea, Lord Neely is an incredible man who has left his mark not only in Parliament, but on the country at large. He has been serving the English citizens tirelessly for decades. Make no mistake, when we were trying to help him stay alive we nearly had to use a sedative to keep him out of work while it wasn’t safe. Given the multitude of legal problems that England was going through at the time (I really do need to get to one of those meetings to follow up) I understand why he wanted to go. And that my friends is what you should know about this man. He would rather be the target of assassination than leave his post and beloved homeland in a lurch. I have nothing other than respect for this man, aside from maybe a bit of fear if he chucks his gavel….
Joseph Millburn (Old Joe): One of the consummate businessmen of this group, Lord Millburn has a truly keen eye for an opportunity both on and off the battlefield. He runs the Steel Legion with extreme efficiency and an excellent sense of style. In fact, I hear there are possible opportunities at a museum within a new English base, though that is just a rumor around the office building here in doodle town… This is one gentleman who truly cares for all people, and back before Seattle was quite as built up as it is now, he purchased some land in one of the lower sections. He now uses his influence to help protect its people for nothing more than knowing he is doing good. If you take the time to talk to Old Joe (if you are lucky enough to have the opportunity) you will learn quite a bit about world politics whether in the US or England. He has a very unique point of view, especially for a military leader. He always looks to make sure that his citizens are safe, but he is also very good at considering the intricacies of the modern political landscape. If you are looking for a great coffee/tea conversation I would recommend joining the US Elite and you may have the opportunity to strike up a conversation!
Sly Grimm (Eclipse): People say the Yates can’t be trusted and the Meisner’s are cold, but nobody ever realizes the Grimm are very Sly. Though then again, I guess you can’t be sure about that since I qualify under the first sentence… What I can tell you about Eclipse here is that he likes a good drink. So much so that he runs some of the best distilleries in the world. This is even more true if you like good liquor aka scotch whiskey. Despite what the fools of the True Demure or the UCAS Loyalist “reporters” would have you believe he is a loving father and husband. While he may go some time without seeing his family, they are always in his thoughts and like many of his generation he has gone through some means that would sound questionable to keep his family safe. When he is out and about you will hear the roar of the story from quite a distance and people will flock to his locale. Whether it be in regaling an event or the stand-up comedy of his everyday life you are bound to find two things when he is around; laughter and his private stock (sometimes the two are one and the same). Though be warned, just because he has a great sense of humor doesn’t make him a soft target. Aside from being one of the 41 strong he is a Brother’s Grimm and neither of those groups travel alone. So do him a favor, don’t make Sly clean his blade on his way to family dinner.
Douglas O’Bannon (Winter Rat): I have to admit, this one almost confuses me a bit. There is so much mind control in the story of the Winter Rat that I think all the different devices must have cancelled each other out, because otherwise he and Morpheus would be killing each other instead of sharing a drink. I personally had no idea he was under mind control when I first met him oh so long ago – heck the Winter Rat gave me my first operation as a runner (and thanks to the device in his head in true Renraku style). Ever since what was done to him was fixed he has taken off the mask and returned to the man he was before. Needless to say when I saw Uncle Dougie under the persona I thought I had accidentally mistaken rad-dust for salt during lunch. However, it truly is the caring family man from all those years ago. While all those on this page have suffered terrible injuries and the memories that come with them, Winter Rat is one of the two who had their will stolen from them. Whatever you know of him and the Savages I recommend you forget. As someone that Tigger used to look at as a snack, I can tell you he and Nemesis aren’t the same people either. Their reason has been restored and they are truly people again, not incarnations of meaningless slaughter. Welcome back to the land of the awake Unc, see you soon!
Bakari Bomani (Horus): I have to admit, Horus is one of the 41 I haven’t had a lot of time with other than a particularly tiring battle where I was lucky enough to work alongside these legends to protect and important location. What I can say is that the legends of his skill are an understatement. He is extremely capable and focused on the battlefield, as are all these men. I did work with him once, briefly, during an emergency and his calm demeanor brings clarity to any situation’s war room regardless of its nature or how dire the circumstance may be. I can confirm a few things from the site, first of which being Horus and Set are good friends – which should not be a shocker given that everyone within the 41 strong are as close as family. If they are around then there is a chance that they are all around, and if the person around is General Forscythe then you can be assured that Horus is nearby. For purposes of survival, think of Horus in a similar manner to Goblin for Roadrunner, though Horus is more willing to have a conversation over coffee, an honor I hope to have one day. Stay safe out there Horus, hope to run into you again soon!
Reverdy Appleton (Anubis): Well, if you didn’t know there are names that run in the family. For some its old professions (*cough* the Grimm *cough*) and others its gods. The latter can be seen within the Appleton family through Reverdy and Tracy, a.k.a. Anubis and Set. Where Set revels in chaos to an extent, Anubis is much more serious and to the point. It is interesting that Anubis within Egyptian mythology guarded against chaos, but make no mistake he and his brother are very close to each other. They can often be seen next to each other on and off the battlefield. Though be warned, the part of Anubis punishing tomb raiders is very much true – stay out of ruins you bloody academics! I love the myth of ancient magic and artifacts too, but they don’t exist and those places need not be disturbed! The culture of those places deserves our respect. As of late Anubis has occasionally dropped by some of the Elite bases to work with the cadets and see what all the hubbub is about. I guess he likes what he sees, because what he sees and dislikes doesn’t generally stick around for very long. With the blessing of this man I feel even more confident that my friend’s new division will succeed. Thank you for your time and help Anubis!
Wesley MacArthur (Duelist): General MacArthur, now this is a legendary swordsman if I have ever met one. Anyone who manages to obtain the respect of my old boss Checkmate is beyond human skill. Admittedly, I haven’t spent a lot of time getting to know the Duelist, but I did get the opportunity to watch him while training some cadets in the Elite recently. Most of the 41 strong have decided to spend their time with our newbies, and this man is no different. Despite his extreme skill, he demonstrated patience beyond the normal while working with individuals who had no more experience than a middle school brawl. Dedicating his time to helping these new soldiers and warriors is an admirable endeavor for a modern veteran, let alone a warrior who has been through many combat encounters and wars. The experience in keeping cool under fire and maintaining peak performance in adverse conditions is invaluable. While many can teach basic and advanced combat techniques, the type of grit and nerve needed to be part of a paratrooper unit is unique, and this man is one of the few with thousands of logged jumps. He has kept his mind calm under the most extreme of conditions, and any tidbit of that mindset that our troops can learn will save them in real combat. Thank you for your service both in the past and in the future.
Howell McMasters (Blarney):
Russel Winters (Crosshair): The expert known as Crosshair, what a kind gentleman. I had the chance to catch up with him during an event just before New Year’s that he and the Crimson Ghost attended. I could mention all of the things that are known such as that he is a Sentinel and the world’s foremost sniper, but that honestly wouldn’t do him justice. What many people don’t know is that Mr. Winters is a former family man. Watching his children grow up when he could be home was his greatest pleasure in life. He was telling me of this one time that his youngest had a Halloween party in school and he got leave from the military to attend. He dressed in a mummy costume and surprised his little girl. The pictures he showed gave away how ecstatic she was (and make no mistake – his smile was quite wide as well). He fights to this day to provide protection to those he cares for and for his family. I got some excellent advice that day for my own endeavors (which I will surprisingly be putting into practice a bit earlier than expected) and learned quite a bit from this friend of mine’s uncle. See you at the range Crosshair!
Oliver Jamestown (Haunted): Haunted – the descriptor given to many that have seen this man cast from the wrong side and lived to see the next day. Mr. Jamestown here is a relative of Oliver’s and it shows in his prowess. That entire family (not unlike a few others I could point a finger toward) is an excellent group of warriors. They work to keep the citizens safe through pursuing business and politics. This is most directly visible in their politics which benefit the citizens and not the corporations. Now, this Oliver (not to be confused with another) tends to leave his politics to his other family members and likes to get his hands involved in the direct conflict. For any who don’t know, soldiers are the teeth of democracy and this man makes sure that those teeth come with a mana bolt and hellblast when needed. To this day he has dedicated himself to the defense of those who cannot raise their own fist and puts his life on the line every time he goes out. Every soldier who goes out knows they may not come home, and mages, well we know that we are the first target in any encounter. That said, with a good barrier and friends you can depend on you can watch each other’s back and make a true difference. I’m proud to have met you Haunted, and hope to join you on the battlefield one day.
Noah Baxter (Panzer):
Erwin Forscythe (Crimson Ghost): General Forscythe, now we are talking about a good man here. He is the uncle to one of my closest friends and connected to many mutual acquaintances. He has put his life on the line through many of the wars for our great nation, and the conflict in 2018 was only one example where he was willing to give it all for freedom and democracy. A proud graduate of West Point like his brother he is a tactical genius and has nerves of steel. He used to drive his tanks out of the air and directly into battle cutting out the ability to be targeted while on route to the battle. It was a pleasure to see him and his brother at an event recently and I can say that having them both in the same place brought a big smile to many of us. In all the chaos of this world it is easy to forget to maintain family ties and to see two of the best known top end combatants able to keep up with each gives us all hope to do the same. It is an honor to have met you and I hope to work alongside you in the future!
Oliver McKeen (Beast): President McKeen, the second gentleman who asked me to post up on this page. I hope I haven’t made either of you regret that request. When it comes to formerly Judge McKeen I have more than a few stories that I could tell. My team had a habit of interacting with the law (not always in a negative fashion) and due to his being a judge my friend Pinball could certainly tell quite a few stories. One of the things that always stuck out to me about this gentleman is that regardless of how connected and informed he was (which as of late makes a lot more sense) he always remained down to earth. He was willing to talk to and help out the newer “kids” on the street. Even during the war of the founders, he never got involved in the direct killing of others despite his beyond legendary skill. He may now be the incoming President, but his drive to talk to and consider everyone is unlikely to go away. To those who see nothing more than the godfather of the Jamestown’s or a President’s Man, I see a human being who knows what suffering and misfortune are directly. A man who has, and continues to, put his life on the line. Most importantly, a warrior who fights for those who cannot. There is nobody living that I would rather see in that office, and I look forward to seeing his accomplishments over the next four year. Good luck!
Wilbur Gravel (Samael): Now here we have quite the sporting individual. He truly loves the buttercups on his cakes delivered by nurse Nancy or his honey whenever he can get them… Alright, on a more serious note Dr. Gravel is a long term family friend who has been around and close since long before the battle of the Irish Sea. It is no surprise to see that he put his life on the line to help save others during battle. He is the one that crafted the dreaded stick that would make its way through all the camps, and thanks to it the men may have been mentally and physically scarred for life, but at least they are alive today. As a physician Dr. Gravel has saved thousands both from dying, as well as from never having their killers found as a coroner. He works tirelessly to get justice for those who have been wronged for both the Seattle PD and the US Elite. With this man you are lucky enough to get both the veteran and expert doctor. Not everyone in war is a killing machine, and despite his name Samael proves it. He is an honorable man and anyone who has the opportunity to work with him or even shares a cup of coffee will know immediately. It has been a pleasure to know you as far back as I can remember and to work alongside you. This world is lucky that you survived and continue to help it thrive. Be safe old friend and be ready for a few surprise checkups when we see each other next!
Howard Crowley (Raven): Nice medals Howard, you always have liked the shiny stuff! For those who haven’t heard of the Raven this man is the head of most of the conspiracies in Seattle, but I do mean the groupings of his kind for he is a Raven shapeshifter. The fact that he stayed as a human in the hellish battle that these men are known for and did not simply shift and fly away says volumes about his courage, bravery, and caring for both his men and the people they were protecting. In the days since Mr. Crowley here has taken care to watch after the streets of Seattle for decades. He watches the comings and goings of the city and her people. When he finds a stray he tries to guide it the best he can (thank you again for taking care of Scalphunter). He has recently joined our band of merry men over in the Harbingers and taken a new chick under his wing (it seems the two have something in common). Raven continues to protect the country even now after he has retired. Thank you for all that you have done, see you around the base!
Wesley Taffer (Scimitar): This is a man I have recently become much closer to, how is it going Taffer! Talk about a handful of problem huh? Well, I’ll save that for private messaging. What can I say about this man? Well, for one I now understand and endorse his hatred for Disney. Having had an alias or two myself, I truly do feel for him being called Taffy, but he does get pulled in quite a few directions. On one hand he is running Florida, on another he is helping to keep the South safe and in check from its former leader. Then you add the responsibility of the President’s Men and the need to keep his family and friends safe. It is a miracle he still has a full head of hair! That said, despite all the pressure he is under, Taffy here he keeps a cool and calm head. He lets the that which guides flow throw him and guide his actions. He may be known as the Scimitar due to one of his famous weapons, but the battle which he fights now is more appropriate for suit and tie than combat boots and fatigues. However, don’t be fooled for this man is more than deadly when he draws any of his chosen weapons. If you choose to tangle with him in combat make sure you have set your arrangements in motion for you will be needing them.
Andrew Cannon (Tracer): Another Cannon, these guys are awesome. This gentleman is an honor and a privilege to work with (as is his nephew) and back before the hand went into the toilet bowl we would occasionally be deployed in tandem to flush out enemy insurgents. After all, with Tracer in the sky and a semi-competent operator in the field you can accomplish more in minutes than an army can in hours. This man is known as a legendary sniper and I can tell you first hand he has more than earned that moniker. Though while most snipers simply find a target and shoot, Sniper atop of that anticipates where the targets will appear. He understands the landscape and can lay suppressive fire before the enemy even arrives at a fortified location. With his specialty firing mechanism he can even appear to be more than one person and give land operators the time needed to route an enemy. Most importantly, and this really is needed for a good operative, he understands and appreciates a good whiskey and a cigar. The stories that would go across the campfire on a long operations are times I will never forget. Thank you for watching my back then and for continuing to keep the world safe. Here’s to you Tracer!
Edwin Malone (Crawdad): Looks like Rudolph played a prank on another one of his brothers, sorry you are so far down the list Edwin! Well, then again, you guys do tend to show up to the party as the second wave. Before I discuss this man as an operator, I believe I owe him my appreciation and gratitude. Thank you for taking care of my friend Pinball and sending him on the right track. If it weren’t for your influence we wouldn’t have met and I would be dead far too many times to write this. Crawdad here is an excellent police officer and detective. He has solved many mysteries and crimes over the years bringing justice to the victims of all types of violations to light. As a member of the Cavalry he also fights for the good of the human race, though he does focus a lot of his efforts in Louisiana. Together with his brothers he keeps the South in order for the people to live as free and safe as possible. His continued efforts save lives and keep crime to a minimum. Thank you for all that you do both currently, as well as for your service in the past. Your position with these other legends is no surprise for you fight for the underdog. You always have and I suspect you always will.
Elmer Jamestown (Doberman): Hm. Not realizing this gentleman was next I now regret that comment about the underdog. Well, just remember where to file the complaints… In all seriousness, the Doberman is another who, very much like your author here, gets a bad rap simply for his last name. In fact many of these people have that same problem. Is he an expert bounty hunter? He absolutely is, but unlike those who have some preconceived notion let us analyze what that truly means. Individuals with his specialty go out and retrieve criminal and evil beings who wish to bring pain, torture, and even death to the general populace. He risks his neck in order to put and/or keep those types of people behind bars. Where the police and federal agents do the work of investigating, he and those like him are the fangs of the justice system (much like an army is the teeth of democracy). You can imagine that the people he hunts (outside of certain flowers I know) that he hunts are extremely dangerous. No paycheck is worth the effort if you die in the process. He risks life and limb for the purpose of keeping us all safe from the worst of the worst. If it weren’t for him and those he works with the world would be a far more terrifying place.
<<Elmer Jamestown was killed during the first volleys of the third Civil War while defending liberty in Kentucky>>
Geoffrey Oliver (Binary): Now we come to the last, but certainly not least, member of the 41 strong. Despite the nonsense that is spouted throughout the site, this man is beyond legendary and no second fiddle. To say he is capable of taking on any mission is the understatement of the century. Binary is a no nonsense man who has been here and done that. There isn’t a weapon known to man that he can’t use and there is no known projectile that is capable of bringing him down. I personally owe him a major thanks for taking care of and teaching my little brother. You can be sure anyone who studies under him will be more than lethal. Despite what some may say regarding his optic, Binary was actually named after the explosive he liked to use. Binary explosives have the benefit of being quite stable and unlikely to go off if you are shot while carrying them, though they still pack quite the punch. Aside from his experience with this group he also serves within the team of the Forgotten as well as a bounty hunter – so all of the comments above regarding their work apply here. If Doberman has a superior in the world of hunting (and that is an if) then this man would be my bet for taking the title. He has now also joined the US Elite and will be continuing to aide the country and its citizens from within the hallowed halls of that order. I look forward to one day having the opportunity to stand on the battlefield alongside him. Stay safe out there!
<<< Well Nick, thats where you were when you got all banged up; you had my brother going crazy and worried halfway to hell that you had gotten yourself killed. Though I might be upset about you running away to fight the Inishmore at the Battle of the Irish Sea in 2018 at the ripe old age of 9, many would call you crazy or simply dumb for that action; though my brother I call you brave and dedicated. You risked your life at a very young age to cross the sea concealed within the enemies cargo and with little more than a hunting knife you took to the shores and found yourself within war. My boy I am both honoured and horrified that you shared the same battlefield as I and it took this long for us to learn of your deep secret, I am sure what you saw and what you did was traumatic and would impact your life for ages to come my young man.
To those that didn’t know, Nick here would stowaway within the Inishmore amphibious cruisers and make landfall during the harshest period of our battle. He would come ashore deep into our second day of fighting upon the Northern Flank and even as a child he would prove that he was full of courage and bravery. He might have been guided by anger and frustration towards the Inishmore for taking his eye and abusing this poor soul before being granted sanctuary within my home with me and my brother. Nick would end up using a fallen Inishmores rifle and entering the fray, he would end up lending a helping hand to Lt. Palpatine’s ridge and even though his confirmed kills where only one that would be enough for our men on that ridge to escape certain death and for his bravery he was repaid in kind by Lt. Palpatine who sacrificed his own life to save that of Nicks.
Reports from SGT T. Yates indicate that the young man went missing shortly there after, and would go forgotten ever since, it would be do to the historical records of Lt. Palpatine and SGT T. Yates that would verify his presence and his actions within that grave battle. We in the 41 Strong proudly welcome Nicolas O’Donnell into the 401st and decree that he is one of us and he is one of the Original Bad Assess…..Welcome aboard brother, I may have raised you as my son, but I now know that you are as well one of my brothers and I thank you for your selfless actions on that day. I am proud that you have accepted our welcome with honour and that you will continue to carry on with our legacy and history. I am troubled that you have been suffering in silence and never felt that you could share your story with me, though I can fully relate and understand as I kept the horror I witnessed and suffered silent for ages and only recently broke my silence.
You are among the elite Nick and we welcome you into our ranks and family, you understand what it means to be a Sentinel and stand vigilant in defence of Freedom and Liberty. You have served the world proudly and honourably for quite sometime and now my boy you don’t need to suffer in silence, let your voice be heard and know that you are within a brotherhood that will always be there for you. You might look up to me as a father, and now I am as well your battle brother we are veterans of the Sea and we all shed our blood for the cause of freedom. We shed our tears for those that we lost and we lost our voice to those that tried to rewrite history, our plight is over as our history is once again being told and even though your first and only action with the 401st was at the Sea, we in the Ghost Division are forever grateful and thank you for your sacrifice my son….Fighting Tigers For Life!! LT. Forrest “Safari” Churchill>>>
<<<Nick I want to personally thank you for your service and your actions on that day, I understand that you were filled with rage and anger and thats what drove you into a fight for your life. Now Nick we have been through allot as of late and you have proven that you have a heart of gold, you are a man that I proud to call a battle brother and have grown up allot over the years we have been working together. I can truly say that you hold the principles that we all in the 41 old dear and even though I might not approve of child being thrust into war, the sheer fact that you willingly heeded and answered the call of duty, well for that Private 1/2 Pint I salute you and I know that my brother Wilhuff can agree.
You aided the Northern Flank in more ways than you understand and I am thrilled to learn that the unknown solider that aided us was you and also that you didn’t become yet another nameless causality of war only spoken about by the 41 in remembrance of the brave child that distracted the enemy long enough for our boys on that ridge to make their charge. Nick my boy you are a hero and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, you have grown into a man to be proud of, and you no longer have to suffer in silence my boy. LT. Churchill might be your adoptive father, but you are as well family to Wilhuff and I, you have shown that you are full of heart and dedication; that scared, angry and pained child at the sea has grown into a strong, heartfelt, dedicated and valiant soldier.
Nick my boy, I will make sure that your name is forever engraved in the halls of history and you will forever be one of the 41 Strong….now 42* Strong, you are 401st and you are one of us. Nick I am forever grateful for your actions and your sacrifice, I am proud of the man you have become and I am proud to call you brother in blood, and now our family has grown a family that we thought would only decrease over the years has grown by one more brave soul. Please Nick don’t allow your nightmares to be suffered in silence as you have a story to tell and brothers to talk to from the 401st to the 67th we all suffered in silence and now we all have a voice and we have all united under one banner; We are the living history of those days, it is our voice and story that will allow the people to understand that the 401st, 82nd, 51st, Texas 1st, and 67th are all hero’s and have witnessed the worst of warfare. Well before this old man rambles on anymore I will leave it with this…..Nick my brother I salute you and thank you for your service even if it was misguided; 401 Forever, and We Are the Original Bad Ass Brigade!! CPT Dover “Pac-Man” Barton>>>
Nicolas O’Donnell (Pint Size): My old friend and teacher – good to see you have gotten your recognition here. I’m sorry it took so long to get your story up here – war is hell and let’s just say I’ve been a bit busy the last decade… Though you and your part in this engagement were neither lost or forgotten. I may not be one of the Sentinels, but I’ve known you longer than most of them. Nick here, as most of you readers know, is a long time member and one of the top assassins of the HRM. During my time serving that order I had the pleasure and luck to work with and learn from Nick here. He taught me how to properly swing a blade and taught me the start of my tactics knowledge. Nick is unyielding and unrelenting when there is an objective at hand. He shows the same level of determination whether he is blowing a building, taking a target out, or rescuing an asset from a bad position. He has been known to work alongside some of the Horror Squad on occasion, and let’s just say that takes a special kind of operative. Nowadays he is also one of my brothers in the Horsemen working the computers and helping with the vehicles with the best of them. I’m proud to have shared a battlefield or two with you my friend, and I look forward to sharing many more times in the future. Stay safe and give ’em hell.
