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002 | text | un: colt.saa | (slightly backdated to June 6th)
You know, with all the tension that's going on right now, I almost forgot that if my world was still around. it'll have been forty one years since D-Day. June 6th, 1944.
[ and that's a lie. he definitely wouldn't forget that day.
what's D-day, you might ask, if you're not from Earth, or it hasn't happened for you yet? well... to boil it down to the simplest (and perhaps slightly tinged with Soviet Propaganda) terms... ]
Back then, a country called the Soviet Union was about three years into what they called "The Great Patriotic War". Millions of their soldiers died on the front lines as they fought a war that would determine the fate of the world. On the Continent, they stood alone. That isn't to say that they didn't have allies, far from it. But those allies were across oceans and seas, and the only help that they might've look for that was a little closer had long since rolled over and admitted defeat. At least until D-Day, that is.
With international cooperation, the Soviet Union's distant allies were finally able to breach their enemies' defences, storming their beaches and opening up a second front. Heroes were made, and lifelong friendships were forged. Hell, even the French were finally able to take back their country. And one rumour has it that a kid or two was even born on the very beaches that they stormed.
[ well... just one kid. ]
Until, of course, the tide shifted, and a different kind of war began, where old friends became enemies, and killed each other for their distant leaders. But that's a story for another time.
[ after all, there's only so much you can oversimplify 20th century geopolitics. ]
I know when we first woke up, there were plenty of us from Earth, but I'm curious as to how many of us actually remember D-Day. Or, the Great Patriotic War, for that matter. How much do we really know about the people we talk to each day?
[ is he going to provide more information? no. does he care if anyone catches on? well... that'll be interesting if they do.
while he hasn't exactly been one for birthdays, he is interested to see if others might pick up on the post's deeper meaning. ]
[ and that's a lie. he definitely wouldn't forget that day.
what's D-day, you might ask, if you're not from Earth, or it hasn't happened for you yet? well... to boil it down to the simplest (and perhaps slightly tinged with Soviet Propaganda) terms... ]
Back then, a country called the Soviet Union was about three years into what they called "The Great Patriotic War". Millions of their soldiers died on the front lines as they fought a war that would determine the fate of the world. On the Continent, they stood alone. That isn't to say that they didn't have allies, far from it. But those allies were across oceans and seas, and the only help that they might've look for that was a little closer had long since rolled over and admitted defeat. At least until D-Day, that is.
With international cooperation, the Soviet Union's distant allies were finally able to breach their enemies' defences, storming their beaches and opening up a second front. Heroes were made, and lifelong friendships were forged. Hell, even the French were finally able to take back their country. And one rumour has it that a kid or two was even born on the very beaches that they stormed.
[ well... just one kid. ]
Until, of course, the tide shifted, and a different kind of war began, where old friends became enemies, and killed each other for their distant leaders. But that's a story for another time.
[ after all, there's only so much you can oversimplify 20th century geopolitics. ]
I know when we first woke up, there were plenty of us from Earth, but I'm curious as to how many of us actually remember D-Day. Or, the Great Patriotic War, for that matter. How much do we really know about the people we talk to each day?
[ is he going to provide more information? no. does he care if anyone catches on? well... that'll be interesting if they do.
while he hasn't exactly been one for birthdays, he is interested to see if others might pick up on the post's deeper meaning. ]
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[ of course, he'd talked to Ana and Jack about their world as well. so he knows some of the basic events of what happens in their "future". would it be the same as his would've been? well, now we'll never know. ]
I'd never hold you being German against you. After all, you aren't French. And you know, I always enjoy your company. And DD's been missing you.
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I would be proud to be that. But I prefer being your friend more.
And no. I'm not anything remotely French. I might have looked at a baguette once, but nothing more than that. I am very German and I have a lot of good beer for you. So I will come over. I will come with beer and treats for DD and treats for you as well.
After all, you have much to celebrate, ja? It's not everyday you turn 41.
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[ sometimes, he can't help but laugh at what most of his "friends" in El Nysa would think of Shalashaska. ]
I guess it isn't. Not quite as eventful as forty though.
[ and besides, he's felt ancient ever since his hair started to go gray in his late twenties. ]
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And every year we grow older is an event to celebrate. It means we've beat the odds
[Because a soldier never knows when his last day will be. One year older means one more year you aren't dead yet]
I'll be right over then. I'll knock.