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Post by farly on Jun 30, 2007 3:53:53 GMT -5
Rafael Cisneros opened the large, mahogany doors. As he entered the room, the smell of fresh cafezhino made him wake up. It had been a long day, and he was relieved to know a small after dinner pick me up was on the way.
He sat down at the table, and was joined by his wife, Maria, soon after. He poured two cups of cafezhino, handing one to her and placing one in front of himself. He cut her a small piece of cake given to him by an American friend from the academy. He rested the knife with the handle on the table, and blade on the edge of the plate, just as he was taught. Now that he led a country, he needed to brush up on his manners.
"Do you think this will be permanent, mi amor?" Maria sounded concerned, like this was just another puppet government as before.
"I have taken care of everything. The armed forces, navy, and air force are all behind me. There is nothing anyone can do to take this opportunity away from the people. Yo soy el General-De-Exercito, pero yo tengo mi orgullo, y nadie pueden tomar eso de mi."
Maria sat there for a moment. Rafael gently touched her chin, and tilted her face so they were looking eye to eye.
"Nothing will happen mi amor. We have everything we need now, and no one can touch it. Brazil is strong, and the people are with us. We have no need to worry. With that said, let us retire to the bedroom, and get a good nights sleep. We have many things to do in the morning."
She nodded her head and left the room. Rafael rubbed his eyes, he was tired and it was late. He took the two empty cups to the kitchen, then made his way up to the bedroom. It would be a long day tomorrow.
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Post by farly on Jul 2, 2007 3:27:19 GMT -5
Rafael sat down in his freshly crafted leather chair. Around him were all the major heads of all the military branches. To his right he had the newly established General-de-Exercito, Marcello Zipatta. To the left was the Almirante-de-Esquadra, Sergio Clodoveo. And across from his was his Tenente-Brigadeiro, Alonzo Honorato.
"Thank you for coming gentelmen, before we begin, tell me one thing, are you with me?" Rafael asked with confidence, since he had known all of them for years.
"I think I answer for all of us when I say we are, Sir." Sergio Clodoveo, the Admiral of the Navy said.
"Good, now lets get to business. We need to make contact with other leaders, I want good relations, I will leave that up to you Marcello. Contact the Americans first, as they are our neighbor to the North."
"Yes Sir, I will get on that right away. Are you sure you don't want to do that yourself?"
"You're right, I think I will do that. Next order of business, I want you all to tell me what you need. I will make sure and do my best to supply you. I have many plans for the future, and your all included. I want camps, ports, and airfields set up, so lets get to work."
They all nodded, and left the room. The meeting had been concluded, and now Rafael had things to do. It was time to get plans in motion.
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Post by farly on Jul 6, 2007 5:06:51 GMT -5
September 11, 1940 11 AM Local Time Office of Presidente Rafael Cisneros
Presidente Cisneros walked over to the bar and poured a glass of his favorite scotch. He made his way to the couch and picked up the newspaper, to see what had been written about his meeting with Prime Minister de Gaul of France.
Presidente Cisneros secures good relations with France! In a meeting yesterday with the Prime Minister of France, Presidente Cisneros has made yet another powerful ally. Who will the President have meetings with next? Who could be the next ally to glorious Brasil?
Just reading that first paragraph Rafael felt better. He got up and lit a cigar from his mahongany box, and opened up the balcony doors. As the fresh air hit his face, he could see a small patrol of soldiers talking with some young ladies on the street below. He had a little chuckle to himself, remembering those days from when he was young. When he looked out to the harbor, he was able to see the destroyers he had just ordered. He already knew he would name one after his wife, Maria.
His daydreams of what would come were interrupted by a knock on his office door. It was his old friend Eurico Gaspar, who served as a lieutenant under him back when he was Captain of Capaz Companhia. He has since become Rafael's most trusted General-de-Exército, the only one he would trust with the security of Rio de Janeiro.
"Presidente, the 8th Army is now on it's way to Cayenne. After we have secured the French Guiana, we will be able to continue as planned."
"Good, good. Once there, I want a port built, and a landing strip laid. Do it as soon as possible. And also, we will be renaming the French Guiana, so I want a commitee put together for that. Possibly even let the people vote on it."
"Yes, Sir. Anything else, Sir?"
"Yes, I would like you to come over for dinner tonight. Maria hasn't seen your wife in awhile, and would like to catch up, and I have not had a friendly conversation with you since I took office. I have been ordered by Maria to make you come over, and you know the wife runs the household"
The two of them laughed and agreed. As Eurico left, Rafael turned to him and with a serious look on his face, said:
"And Eurico, we have other matters to attend to pertaining to a form of special forces. We will discuss it in private tonight."
"Yes Presidente. We will figure it out."
Eurico left, and Rafael went back outside. He wanted to finish daydreaming, and catch a breath of fresh air outside. He liked looking out on the city, it calmed him down, and kept him in touch with what life was really about.
He went back in and put on his coat. He wanted to head home early and help Maria prepare the house for his dinner tonight. He said goodbye and got in the car. They left headed to his home, where he could put his feet up and enjoy the rest of his night.
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Post by farly on Jul 7, 2007 6:54:15 GMT -5
September 14th, 1940 7:30 AM Local Time Residence of Presidente Rafael Cisneros
Cisneros awoke to the loud boom of the 88s taking practice fire into the harbor. He got up and lit a cigarette, something he hadn't done in quite some time. The Lucky Strike was calming, and with all the recent stress, it was a welcome feeling.
He stepped outside on his balcony, and the smell of gunpowder reached him quickly. He looked out at the harbor, one of his favorite views. He was able to see the 2nd Brasil Motor Division conducting drills. He was proud to have such good soldiers serving as a security force.
"Ah, they are some of the best." Cisneros said to himself.
"Yes, they are. And you have made them that way." His wife Maria surprised him, as she stepped out on the balcony and grasped his arm, standing close to keep warm.
"You surprised me, mi amor. Enjoying the view?"
"Yes, I love the view of the harbor in the morning. Would you like to go downtown for some breakfast?"
"Not today, I have some important matters to attend to pertaining to the recent plans with France. Perhaps we can get lunch."
"Okay, I will just call up one of my friends. I think I will get some more sleep."
Maria gave him a kiss on the cheek, and went back inside. The brisk, morning air swept across his skin, as he took one last drag of his cigarette. He tossed it over the balcony and went back inside, quietly walking by the bed, and toward his office. Inside his office, the smell of cigar smoke replaced the morning air. He sat down and began to compose his latest telegram to France. As he lit up another cigar, he relaxed in his chair, so as to think of what he would say.
"The world is a crazy place these days." He said to himself.
With that, he began to write.
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Post by farly on Jul 12, 2007 5:11:33 GMT -5
September 24th, 1940 9AM Local Time Saint-Laurent, French Guiana
"Attennnntion!" Yelled General Batista.
"Thank you, General. The men all seem to be in order." Rafael pulled out his cigar box, and laughed a bit. Prime Minister de Gaul had just recently joked about his habit of smoking fine cigars at every occasion. He lit one of his Cubans and looked to the General, then began walking down the street.
He looked at the neat, clean cut Brazilian soldiers about to depart on their operation. The Dutch Guiana was oppressed, given hardly enough money to even feed their people. Since the Dutch had shown up, they had abandoned it just as quickly. Cisneros knew there was no other way.
"Soldiers, you will soon be crossing that river, and beginning the liberation of the Dutch Guiana! You will be the ones they cheer for as you march through the streets, you will be the ones they throw flowers to, you will be the ones they greet with open arms, and you will be the ones who free them from their oppressors!"
A loud cheer was heard from the soldiers. He was sparking that patriotic feeling, the one he wanted them to have before going into battle. He continued.
"Do not fear your enemy, for they are few. They will cower in the presence of such a force of well trained soldiers. Our French allies to the South are equally strong, and do not fear men, for you shall be the ones who claim the victory. When you cross that river, don't do it for me, don't do it for the army, do it for Brasil and the people of the Dutch Guiana. I want you to march in there and scream at the top of your lungs 'To hell with the damn Dutch oppressors! To hell with them!' The people want freedom, and that's exactly what you are delivering them! Show the Dutch no fear, show no mercy, show those God damned Dutch exactly who we are! Viva Brasil!"
With that, the men went crazy. They fired shots into the air, threw their hats up, and chanted. Cisneros had achieved his goal for the visit. He looked to General Batista and nodded. He got in his jeep, and headed South so he could meet the French commander. The attack would be underway soon.
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