Addendum: Please if you post here do not put any information down that would reveal blind snipers evil insidious plans. And if you are going to read his aar and want to give advice here, please consider what you might know and how that might have affected your advice, and if it has affected your advice do not post that part.
So blind sniper, informed me that he is doing an aar. And wow looks like 40 replies so far, must be a party going on in there, i figured i should start a message board to try and steal some of his fans; it's total war after all. If you want any specific screenshots or info just ask and I may provide the info you want.
Somewhere, sometime in 1943....
Previously in 1942)....
During the whole of a solemn day in the summer of the year 1942, when the clouds had vacated the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy Stavka. With the first glimpse of the headquarters building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. The National Socialists had unleashed a devastating assault two days earlier. Stalin's words still rang in my head. "General, get to da headquahtars and direct da defense uf Rhostove, AT ALL CHOSTS!" The impetuous fury of Stalin was not an empty gust, it was a building storm bristling with lethal sparks. My will was forged of iron from vital necessity. I resolved to fulfill my orders or bleed the entire Russian army, whichever came first. Better red than dead.
Upon my entrance to headquarters, a group of newly minted generals arose from a sofa on which they had been lying at full length, and greeted me, I at first thought, thank God I had some help to stem this crisis. But upon examination of their strategic insights, I knew these men had never seen a pazner spearhead bearing on them and would prove worthless. What a disaster, I had sincerely hoped Stalin would send me some competent replacements, but all i got were completely incompetent animals. I resolved to shoot them on the spot, and pulled out my nagant ready to squeeze as they reeled in terror. But i hesitated. The only saving grace of lives that day, there was no button in the interface to effect my wish.
I next sent a communique to our leader at Sevastopol Ivan Petrov, an old friend, if you could call anyone in the communist party a 'friend'. I knew he was a brilliant organizer, just what we needed to effect the chaos in front of the panzers, I issued orders for him to return immediately and take command of the Brainsk Front in the north; where I was expecting the primary German attack. I sat down gazing at the strategic map; and for some moments, while not speaking out, I gazed upon the little red counters of men's lives i was about to doom, feeling half of pity, half of awe. Surely, no man had ever before held the lives of so many, so terribly tethered, in so brief a period, as I! It was with difficulty that I could bring myself to admit the front lines must be abandoned. Fortifications that had been carefully prepared were for not. Completely negated by fast driving panzers.
I was at once struck with an incoherence an inconsistency; and I soon found this to arise from a series of feeble and futile struggles to overcome what I knew must be abated. For something of this nature I had indeed been prepared. The Germans MUST know they have to fear us, we will not run everywhere, even if it is the prudent decision. Several counter attacks are ordered at the spearheads of the advancing foes. The object of this stratagem, is to force the Nationalist's to adopt caution like a unruly child smacked suddenly on the nose. The resulting trepidancy and nervous agitation may keep them just far enough of a reach, to allow us to readjust the lines. Thankfully the Germans had been kind, and left most of our rail lines leading back from the developing encirclements largely unmolested, and this aided us greatly in evacuating pockets of men that had no other means of escape. They were unhesitatingly ordered to begin digging two lines of defense so that the next breakthrough may be more effectually managed if such luxuries were not afforded again.
We have a task before us which must be speedily performed. We know that it will be ruinous to make delay. There are several key bridges that can, if blown stall the German blitz to a crawl. I order the shelling of several of them, but only one small bridge crumbles beneath the barrages. To better prepare, and free myself form reliance of indirect action, i rail engineers to all key bridges that lay in the path of the approaching nationalist steel, they shall not be so lucky in the future.
From the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I frequently am blinded. I abandoned my habit for a moment. Evil thoughts came to my reception. The darkest and most evil of thoughts. Seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between disaster and salvation. I am discerning a chain of events and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. Unfortunately, the next disaster already glared in my eye, from the inevitable future. Although I had rescued our nearly calamitous situation. The price was very high. The vast majority of our army's are now un-entrenched, in the open, and very poorly disorganized. I fear the army commanders are going to quickly loose control of the situation and the masterful strategies that emanate form our precipice will not be so effectual in the future. When I first beheld this future apparition my wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length reflection came to my aid. There must be a massive counter stroke prepared. Stewing, and ready to charge into the chaotic mess with the fury of a bear. The attack will be so calamitous for the Germans, they will despair. Immediate preparations are begun all over Russia to collect forces for this roaring storm. If the Germans should be as careless as I hope, this should end their lofty ambitions and replace it with dread.
Not to neglect the details. I noticed my airforce was in a state of extreme disrepair. The Luftwaffe blanketed the sky at will. Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within our army may be picked at by these insufferable crows. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things Luftwaffe. The larger portion of my tank army, my one gleaming light of hope, is tempting the crows to feed. We plan to make the diseased vultures pay for any more feed. We organize 4 new Anti aricraft groups, and i call Stalin personally pleading for new guns to staff them. He obliges to send what I need, but little more. The traps for the wretched aviary are now laid. We hope they swoop in for a meal to receive a healthy blast of buckshot. meanwhile our glorious airforce, is pulled back to rest and replenish, only gnashing their teeth after the enemies beaks are chipped.
Sevestapol looks to be in a hopeless situation. We are thankful that there is no need to hold it. I suppose its best purpose is a distraction for now, the longer we can hold the Germans attention there the better. Nonetheless ships are dispatched to keep the sea lanes clear. We are considering an evacuation, but if the Germans remain in force there, we may rather tether their forces to the ball and chain, and let throw the salty anchor to the abyss.
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