1949 Outskirts of the London Capital of the British Syndicates, we have been shelling the city for the better part of a month now and the high command is losing patience with us, we can see the entire city burning from where we are yet we do not advance, I should probably clarify who I am in case someone decides to actually read these, I am Captain Mac Mackintosh or just Mac for short, I am a officer in the 2nd Panzer division of the Alliance of Poland-Lithuania and the German Empire and I have been in England for over two weeks now, I arrived in the second wave of landing boats after the troops from the Austrian republic had already taken the beach and had moved in land, now my entire platoon of 4 tank destroyers and 5 medium tanks are now sitting on a road waiting for the order to ride into the city.
This war we have been fighting has been a long one and it has torn the Allies army's to shreds we started as a fast moving recon team in the battle of unification in Ukraine to the forests of Romania to the farms of France to the cliffs of England, our story is a long one but a tale that needs to be told, even now as I write this I can see the distant detonations of artillery far in the distance striking a apartment building and collapsing it.
Watching the sheer destruction that our heavy siege guns were doing to the city was in its own dark way a small reminder of how good we had it, as explosion after explosion rocked the city I was met by my command tanks gunner as he shared his own take on all of this "This is bad" he whispered as a multi story apartment seemed to blow apart from the inside "This is only going to create more and more ruins for these bastards to fight in" he finished talking and quickly lit up a cigarette oblivious to the many warning against such a thing.
I knew in my heart he was right, these Englishmen fought to the last man wherever they where and proved to be tenacious opponents, even after our constant bombings and shelling of their major cities they still showed no signs of giving up, I sighed to myself before reflecting on what actions led me here.
I had always loved my country as a veteran of the great war I was allocated a farm in the new republic of Poland and was told this was my reward, the new country was very poor and looked like the bastard child of the German Empire, the initial years where full of strife as the minimal armed forces fought what seemed a never ending tide of insurgents and French Saboteurs but Poland endured and after 15 years of build up it had become a first world country with state of the art production and transport hubs, soon after a landmark election was held in the capital of Warsaw whether or not to reform the ancient Poland-Lithuania Commonwealth, and in a move that stunned the world the Lithuanian s agreed.
In what I would call now blind idiocy I rejoined the German Army and because of my prior service was allocated to the brand new state of the art Armored Fighting unit that had just been established only three months prior, I had sent a postal letter to my mother in Canada and within the day I was standing in front of the Warsaw army base with the other 120,000 new recruits, with the joining of the two nations the economy had just about doubled and hundreds of thousands of men looked for a career in the army and I was just one more fresh face.