Are Supremacists Really Bad ?

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Are Supremacists Really Bad ?

Are Supremacists Really Bad ?

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START>Greetings Emperor,

I'm very sorry to bother you, but during the requisitioning of the classified files of the River Coalition, we found a number of things useful for the Ministry of Propaganda and Artic People's Education.

However, when I looked at some of them, a little journal called out to me, it was about the diary of one of our former soldiers that you had decorated among others with the Steel Cross, and who, according to my research died a small decade ago.

So I wanted to have your agreement as to whether we could use this newspaper as propaganda or not.

So here is the written content of the diary :

20 March 1004

My name is Eugene Hermann, I am a penguin born in 993, in a small village north of Coltovac, north west of the River Republic.

Infact, we are a race of penguins, originally from the frozen south, who migrated to these lands hundreds of years ago, who have no nations because we were too busy killing ourselves for ridiculous differences.

Appreciated for our small size, we were quickly treated as a slave to work in places difficult to access, such as in the iron mines where my parents work.

Child of former slave, still working for these former owners, not knowing where to go, in a country that has always rejected and ignored us, even after the transition to the Republic.

After the death of my mother, I realize the reality of the world and the country in which I live, the one where I am less considered than the bottle of alcohol of the poney that hits me so that I mine faster.

The day my mother dies when I am only 7 years old, I promise to join the country that my father described so much to me, where the penguins are treated fairly despite their racial diference, where slavery has been abolished long ago, where our history and our culture is not hidden and ignored from the rest of the world : the Artic Empire.

At 11, I am already starting to work hard, and I am saving everything I can in order to get to this country on the other side of the globe as best I can.

I'll walk through Griffonia alongside zebras, that race just as much a minority as mine that other creatures denigrate just as much as I, have treated me as their equal.

They also advised me during the trip, to keep a kind of logbook, where I will put the important events of my life. They say it's good when you're bored, it's always fun, but also it's good for stay in a good mood.

It is therefore from today that I will keep this journal. Even though I don't like this idea too much, and I don't think I write in it often, I intend to take care of it and pay the most attention to it.

8 November 1004

Arrived on the southwest coast of Griffonia about two months ago, I do not know where to go, and I am lost in the middle of a world far too big for my small shoulders of an 11 year old kid.

Arrived in a port of New Mareland, I hide in the hold of a ship without knowing its destination. The captain of the ship surprised me in the open sea, he threatened me at first to swing me overboard, I then replied: "fish do not like penguins' meat".

This sentence will make him laugh, he then hired me for a small pay, to unload the goods at the port of Nouveau Aquila.

Doing odd jobs in bars, I starting boxing one day, despite my small size, I was favored by my great endurance and my natural resistance to pain. I train like a madman and win my first professional fight yesterday.

23 February 1006

Always training for boxing, winning more and more matches, having an origin that challenges and thanks to my young age. I am fed and housed by my club and I can finally devote myself entirely to boxing.

More and more people come to see my matches, and my coach even told me that I might be going to a tournament in Dachaigh in a few months if I continued to improve.

But now I'm finally in Dachaigh, and really, what is beautiful, the cobbled streets, the houses, the bistros. It sounds so peaceful, I have never seen anything so charming.

I showed my boxing skills, and I'm pretty proud of it knowing I'm only 13 years old. Too bad I have to leave tomorrow...

12 April 1009

I just realized that it's been 3 years since I wrote anything, time flies so quickly... I'm 16, and I finally live in Dachaigh, having become quite famous here, a coach finally offered to join him, I accepted with pleasure.

Earlier, I played a rather difficult match and it took me 20 rounds to knock out my opponent. I have become the star of the moment, me, the despised creature in the nation of harmony, I am a star in the old nation of supremacy.

In addition, being another race of penguin, I am slightly different from most of the penguins here, having in addition, a lighter larger body, better physical resistance, or a more refined jaw on the sides, which also explains why I was very quickly retained by the coaches despite my young age...

However, it seems that I have a much lower life expectancy compared to the penguins here, I do not know what to think...

11 December 1010

Life follows its course and I am still just as well known, I even see in certain street corners, posters plastered on the walls advocating sport with my head displayed. The other day, the Emperor himself attended one of my matches during a regional competition.

I feel so good here, moreover, every day Dachaigh changes and seems to modernize more and more little by little. Here, people are so happy, so peaceful, yesterday I even had the chance to test a new revolutionary firearm prototype that I had never seen before. It's just so beautiful.

4 May 1011

A month or two ago, I decided to stop competing, I decided to live a little further from the center of Dachaigh and settle down as a training partner.

Having more free time and managing to make a living from it, I started learning other languages, and, having had no access to education at a younger age, took classes at a reputable university which opened these doors not long ago.

27 November 1012

The studies are going well, but my delay in education means that I have to spend a lot more time studying than the others, and to be frank, that's kind of why I don't think of writing here very often.

My job as a training partner is going well, and I even manage to save money despite the cost of my studies. But little by little, the training grounds are emptied, the Artic Empire is at war, attacked by Nova Griffonia.

8 December 1012

Reality has just hit harder than a hammer. At the front, our brothers are falling, I want to enlist. An advertisement in the newspaper decides me to enlist in the Foreign Legion.

I am then backed up with open arms, and, why would they refuse me, the Artic Empire loses 5000 soldiers per day.

14 February 1013

I am almost 21 years old, and only 6 weeks after my training, I am sent into the trenches with the 11th Infantry Regiment, in the direction of Ingstad.

I cannot believe the violence engendered in this war as each of my companions I balance between terror and rage. We are ordered to withstand the assaults of the griffins which attack us several times a day and night.

8 July 1013

Armed with a simple rifle, I have the obligation to hold a strategic point with my brothers night and day.

The griffins, give all they have to beat us, they have heavy weaponry, mortars, heavy machine guns, sometimes there are even tanks targeting us.

Some days we must to hold on our reserves, have to economize our ammunition. Sometimes we are not even supplied with food for several days.

28 September 1013

I spent 6 months on the front line, barely spared a few days of rest. The enemy artillery as well as its tanks terrifies me.

I was one of the 62 survivors of my regiments, out of 250 engaged, all of whom disappeared in one day, during a bloody counter-offensive, in an attempt to end the conflict that never ends.

A Hermann never gives up, nor a legionary. I am promoted with the rest of my comrades who survived the 1st Infantry Regiment of the Foreign Legion.

21 January 1014

Thanks to an offensive that I led and which was a great success, I was promoted a month ago to the 49th Infantry Regiment of the Arctic Army. Me, the rejected pinguin of Griffonia, I am enlisted in the most powerful army in the world alongside my new Arctic brothers.

On December 22, I arrive at the Onear Mountain, a massacre like I had never seen before. Worse than a slaughterhouse, I was told that we came here to peg out.

With my jaw and leg punctured, I was taken to a makeshift hospital in Groenstein.

I receive the Steel Cross. But it is then impossible for me to return to the front for at least 8 months. But there is no question for me to abandon all my comrades over there.

7 April 1014

A month later, once a minimum is restored, I return to Dachaigh and ask to join a military aviation project. I am authorized to become a pilot, at my request, rather than a machine gunner.

In May, I become a fighter pilot, I am the first penguin pilot in the world. For the first time, 10 years after my departure from Griffonia, I dare to write to my father to tell him the good news.

27 May 1014

While in Dachaigh, I become a respected war hero, I fight in the sky at 1 against 5, with much less developed equipment, but I manage, with my brothers in arms, to bring down more and more enemies.

With the risk of a growing war, the River Republic, as well as the River Coalition in general, are recalling their soldiers overseas.

Like all soldiers abroad, I am supposed to be automatically promoted to lieutenant by joining the Coalition army. I will be the exception, my homeland has never changed, and still denies me.

3 August 1014

I am a good pilot, I wanted to join an elite squadron, penguin pilots trained by a delegation of changeling pilots, who visibly, were desperately looking that our government join their war that they were losing.

But that's not counting on June 23, when my plane was shot down and seriously injured me during a reconnaissance mission, exactly one month before the armistice.

12 January 1017

By re-reading my lines, I must admit that they were right, this journal has helped me a lot even if I am not a great writer.

Time goes by and I must admit that life is good here. Nova Griffonia having been completely razed, and needing to be recolonized, our government offers generous grants to all those who settle there.

Thanks to that, I now live in Weter, it's impressive how quickly we are able to rebuild this city. I have an apartment in the center of town, and I got married to the daughter of an earl of Dachaigh.

9 July 1021

Thanks to government grants, I invested a lot, and had to work tirelessly and hard to make this investment hold.

But finally, in the fall of 1018, I became the owner of The Figaro, this most prominent little bistro in the city. He will be visited by, among others, Liljestrom, Blom, Lindqvist, Hegstad, Wallenberg, or even Chrysalis during her exile.

But I also take time for myself, and often return to Dachaigh to visit this magnificent city, to see it evolve a little every week. Or visit these magnificent gardens around the imperial palace completed recently.

Then later I will buy the whole building, I will even pay for my own gym clib : The Hermann's Athletic Club, which will welcome, by the way, Iron Will. My dad would be so proud of me.

14 October 1022

We must admit that this "golden age" was really good, but now times are getting harder with the approach of the great pinguin-equestrian war.

My clients, the rich foreigners, are gradually leaving Weter. I must close my club, my gym, and I was forced to quit the Empire the day before yesterday.

I'm worried about being captured by pony spy networks because of my espionage activities against them.

27 March 1023

Here I am at home, former war hero, first pinguin pilot, I hoped for a better welcome from my compatriots.

In Rijekograd, all veterans are welcomed with open arms with a hotel room, not me.

And when I receive the official invitation for a dinner in honor of the members of the soldiers who went to fight abroad, it is followed by an anonymous letter telling me that I will do better not to come.

16 August 1025

Discrimination in Rijekograd as in Coltovac is rife. The altercations are numerous, I get beaten up by the racist gangs and the police. I do not have the right to use common buildings such as public transport for example.

I am sickened by this country, I am more foreign here, in my own country. Life follows its course and I have been living since as an elevator operator in a small building in the capital.

25 April 1027

I became alone and anonymous again, even though I proudly wear all my medals on my chest. I will never forget my old life.

Back in Dachaigh a few days ago for official commemorations, I am chosen to be one of the 3 soldiers who rekindle the eternal flame of the unknown soldier.

I am invited to say a few words, I had almost forgotten that here we were in the Empire, I too have the right to speak :

"The Empire gave me the true meaning of brotherhood, equality and harmony. I could never repay it all I owe it."

11 May 1033

Truly, I thought the last lines above would be the last lines of this little journal, but obviously it won't. I'm not very young anymore, but I'm still in good shape, and I'm not the only one who thinks so.

I got a letter from the Artic Empire, and they need every veteran they can get. It seems that, Equestria, who we beat a few years ago now, want to fight again.

The letter specifies that their princess named Celestia, would have escaped from Dachaigh and would be reforming an immense army, the garrisons there would be annihilated.

The Arctic army being in campaign on a kind of large continent further south, their only solution is to form another elite army to bring down Equestria for ever.

It is with pleasure that I will help the Artic Empire again, I will leave tomorrow normally.

28 June 1033

It's a real race against time, but it looks like we're off to a good start, according to the latest news, counting the allies, we are almost 2 or 3 times more numerous than our enemies.

We are on our way to Equestria, we left early this morning, we are preceded by the changeling army which has taken the advance.

To put it simply, the main goal is to locate the ponies army before they see us, in order to take them in pincers, our army will attack from the front and the changelings, must attack from behind.

I was appointed adjutant of a small mechanized infantry regiment, my role will be to, supported by heavy artillery, to pierce the enemy lines from the sides if the main lines were to be in difficulty.

15 July 1033

I did not have time to write, to tell the truth everything happened so quickly during this terrible battle, because everything did not go as planned.

On the 11th of this month, the equestrian army attacked our left before our troops could be put in positions, the day was certainly to their advantage.

The wonderbolt division, which was the only elite division they had reformed, attacked one of our infantry squares with such impetuosity that they managed to break it.

The same day, Celestia attacked the changeling army which had not had time to join us, with part of her army. Celestia made an extraordinary and most brilliant maneuver.

She gathered all the wonderbolts in a single mass, charged on the center of the changeling army, took about twenty tanks and all the artillery. The changelings were routed, and according to the confession of Chrysalis a few days later, lost 15,000 soldiers.

The next day, the 12th, as a result of the retreat of the changelings, we retreated to the Solside Plains several miles south of Hedgewars. This point was the one the enemy had the most interest in capturing.

Our Marshal Arviid Lovas put the guards there with orders to defend him to the end.

On the morning of the 13th, around 11 am, we noticed that the ponies were gathering their columns on our front for an attack. And at noon, the first artillery shot was fired, terrible signal.

Because we soon judged that the attack of the enemies was most serious and it seemed that we had to be annihilated by its shock. The enemies began to cannonade our front with more than 250 pieces of artillery.

The butchery was terrible, the wonderbolts advancing in the most brilliant manner in front of the jaws of our cannons. They had the audacity to overtake our mortars, to cross the intervals between the squares of infantry and to fall on our rear lines.

We've never seen anything like it. Then comes one of the strangest circumstances, our gunners, after having taken the charge of the wonderbolts who had swept them, came out of the squares where they had refugged and returned to their mortars, aimed at the wonderbolts, and unbelievably, fired on the wonderbolts while they were in our lines.

Our gunners showed there a marvelous constancy. Despite this brilliant charge, our squares of infantry had remained intact, the gunners had returned to their positions, the terrible cannonade recommenced.

A second body of wonderbolts executed the same maneuver in the same manner. Finally, we saw the equestrian infantry approaching in large numbers to attack us. They advanced despite the deadliest fire from our cannons and almost won our position.

16 July 1033

I didn't have time to finish writing yesterday, I'm really starting to enjoy writing although I think this is actually the last time I write in this journal...

Anyways, let's continue. It was about 4 p.m., the enemy had made a great effort but we had held him in check everywhere. Around 6 p.m., we noticed that it was forming into infantry and armored columns, its tanks approaching us.

He opened a fire, the most terrible, I believe, that has ever been heard in war. Over 500 tanks lined up, tight, throwing shells and grape-shot. I'm not exaggerating when I say that the amount of dead penguins and ponies made it difficult to navigate the grounds.

Supported in addition by her terrible artillery, Celestia advanced at the head of her elite guard, the wonderbolts in columns on the left, the royal guards on the right. They marched in the greatest order to our lines, there they halted and began to fire.

Our troops were literally cut down, the fire was such that it was impossible to resist. Our armored vehicles were then placed on their flank, as were the elite of our troops commanded by Hegstad.

I brought 8 battalions of mechanized infantry and we made a general charge. The royal guards, greatly enlightened by our firepower, began to disperse. Then the enemy brought about twenty tanks, and sent us a volley of shells that I will remember for a long time.

The infantry shot us at the same time and the wonderbolts arrived to finish us off. I had just got out of my tank when it took a shell and detonated it, the shock wave sent me several meters away. I could not get up and the wonderbolts passed over me, but without touching me.

A wonderbolt was killed at this time. I grabbed his huge saber, and tried to fight not without some difficulty. I walked away quickly and was barely free from them when a shell exploded next to me, and injured my arm.

One of our tanks, still alive, saw me, and they made me climb quickly into the vehicle, which also ended up exploding half an hour later.

At this point, the enemy was beaten, Celestia herself, at the head of her guard was driven back. Then, after being reorganized, and applying the initial plan, the changelings arrived on the side of the equestrian army, which obliged there to hasten his retreat.

Our tanks and our infantry then advanced, the enemy was pursued, it became a rout. It is useless to insist on the conduct of the troops of the two armies. The Emperor himself will say that it is a battle of giants.

The object of the whole army has been the bravery of the wonderbolts ponies and the obstinacy of our infantry. Three times the wonderbolts pierced our lines but our soldiers were killed at their posts, no one wanted to surrender.

There was a time when all the infantry of the two armies were formed in square, never had one seen a dedication like that of the wonderbolts.

I could not help but cry out in the middle of the melee "Morbleu !", These brave ponies deserve to keep their Celestia, they fight so nobly for her.

I would have preferred to die that day as an artic infantryman with my brothers or wonderbolt pony alongside my princess, than to die alone and ignored 20 years later in my bed.

Eugene Hermann<END###

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START>Greetings,

Bring me the newspaper when you get back to the capital. You are not allowed to use it as propaganda at this time. If you have time, continue your research on him.

Cordially<END###

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