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La granadinas

    July 3rd 1942

Santa María de la Santísima Trinidad and Washington D.C.

On the 23rd of June, mere days before another congressional hearing on the potential entry of Granada into the Allied Powers of the Second World War itself spurred by the sinking of SS Monagas by Volkist Germany in February, another ship the schooner SV Resolute would be sunk by a German U-boat near the Grenadine Archipelago of San Andrés, Providencia and Santa Catalina. Increasingly likely by the day the sinking of the Resolute would make Granada’s entry into the Allies a foregone conclusion.

The subsequent congressional hearing would prove to be the last on the matter with an overwhelming approval of Granadine ascension. On the morning of July 3rd 1942, prominent diplomat Juan Pablo Pérez Alfonzo would arrive in Washington D.C. adding his signature to the Declaration by United Nations, officially making the Tri-State the twenty-seventh member of the titular United Nations, informally the Allied Powers. He would guarantee to Washington that a declaration of war on the Axis powers would be made within a year of signing.

With immediate effect essential resources such as oil, gas and platinum would be marked as war-time priority, to be sold first and foremost to the United States, the United Kingdom, the Republic of China and the Soviet Union until the defeat of the Axis Powers. Additionally San Andres Naval Base would be partially leased to the United States. Despite the lack of an official declaration of war, Granada would become a key player in the Battle of the Caribbean to combat Volkist Germany and the Kingdom of Italy’s unrestricted submarine warfare campaign in the West Indies and off the coast of Colombia and Venezuela States.

    JUNE 1942
    The German Working Class

    | DIE NÖTE DER DEUTSCHEN ARBEITERKLASSE UNTER DER LAST VON KRIEG UND VERSORGUNGSDEFIZITEN

    | THE HARDSHIPS OF THE GERMAN WORKING CLASS UNDER THE STRAIN OF WAR AND SUPPLY DEFICITS

| BERLIN | With the advent of the Second Great War also came the advent of intense supply deficits and strains on the German industrial system, and, as a direct result, on the German working class as well. Despite Germany having well-established industry as a mostly flat, Central European state with well-built connections (formerly) with its neighbors, Germany still depended substantially (but not entirely) on imports from foreign countries to keep the economy running. Most of these imports came from countries that now viewed Germany negatively for its exploits in Poland, France, the Low Countries, North Africa, and now in the Soviet Union. As a result of embargoes, the collapsing of friendships and sinking of supply ships by the United States and Royal Navies, supply deficits in Germany became widespread, affecting all levels of society but most primarily the working class.

Prior to the War, Germany's working class had been in a state of rapid recovery and economic development. The militarization and revival of industries in the 1930s by the Volkist government brought Germany popularity for its government and economic activity with which it could revive its economy and various industries. Germany recovered rapidly from the Great Depression compared to some of its neighbors, who were hesitant to use militarization as a way to develop their economies and facilitate a recovery from the Depression of the early 1930s. The outbreak of the Second Great War, however, changed everything. The national economy turned solely to producing weapons of war rather than producing export-capable materiel, and as a result of the breakout of hostilities a massively smaller number of nations now wished to purchase goods and services from the German government. In the words of a senior trade diplomat in the German diplomatic corps;

      "The War has, despite its numerous benefits to Germany politically, given the government a form of horrifying scent that is scaring away investors, buyers, anyone who wish to purchase German goods and products. The economy will suffer, but on which level it will do so remains unknown."
        UNKNOWN, Senior Trade Diplomat, German diplomatic corps

As the war dragged on, supply began to collapse as an ever-larger share of Gemany's foodstuffs and survival supplies were directed away from the suffering working class to the frontlines, which as is were already struggling from logistical problems thanks to partisan groups and a general lack of logistical organization. Working class-men were forced to work over 12 hours a day, with minimum pay, thanks to a lack of labor laws and the authoritarian state of Germany's government and the absolutist state of its military High Command. Even as they worked harder than ever, they were unable to get their hands on sufficient food and supplies for their families as a result of supply redirection and rationing, among other policies implemented by the wartime German government.

Starving on some days was prominent among +35% of the population, but no more than half. Despite this, support for the war continued to remain high, with nationwide polls sanctioned by the German Government indicating a 97% approval rating for the war, although independent experts and foreign analysts state the number is dubious to say the least. However, thanks to the ideological hold the DVP has over the German public, the possibility of revolution by the people remains unlikely, considering the sheer strength and size of the German Wehrmacht, sworn in allegiance to the Chancellor, and the strength with which the ruling party suffocates German society in ways only seen in Russia and other barbaric nations.

Despite these factors, however, hope for Germany's political opposition, the Valkyrie-Koalition, still remains in the Wehrmacht's upper commanders. Exposed to the true situations and issues facing the country and suffering under the strategic deadlock of the war imposed by the Chancellor's 'excessive' demands, in the words of one senior commander in North Africa, these commanders are likely to be more suceptible to wanting change, and as such it is safe to assume that a military coup could be deemed more likely than a popular revolution, despite the probable dissatisfaction and majority-of-the-population status held by the German working class, who continue to suffer under the strains of wartime, despite the propaganda machine saying otherwise.

Paramountica, North omaha, Nosautempopulus, Amsterwald, and 8 othersVictoria Harbor, Philanialle, Pontianus, Ranponian, Nileia, Great Britain GB, Puerto Somoza, and Russian kongo

EMBOLDENED REVOLUTIONARIES WREAK HEIGHTENED HAVOC ACROSS THE KINGDOM

    THE DARK LEGACY OF UŽICE
    YUGOSLAVIA—SUMMER 1942

    LISTEN TO THIS POST: https://archive.org/details/amsterwald5july2022

Now emboldened by the temporary partisan takeover of the town of Užice and growing promises of foreign support, the Committee for an Independent Slovenia has become bolder in its operations against Prince Paul on the ground. Evenings and weekends now see massive demonstrations filling the streets of Ljubljana, Maribor and Kranj, and community aid is lavished onto striking government workers hoping to bring the federal infrastructure in Slovenia to a halt. A ‘feeling of kinship’, as ground organizer Franc Snoj put it, has ‘sprouted’ among the great part of Slovenes, especially those in urban areas. Swelling in numbers, the independence movement in Slovenia is widening but has remained largely civil—the only exceptions so far have been in attempts for police to hold back protesting crowds, which have occasionally been met with physical violence. Far from home and facing a population increasingly united in antipathy for rule from Belgrade, federal police and military forces in Slovenia are facing all-time highs in desertion; worse still is that ethnic Slovenes in urban police forces seem unwilling to do anything to counter or dissolve independence protests.

Much grimmer than these maneuvers in Slovenia, however, have been the independence movements of Croatia and Bosnia, and the partisan movement of ‘Red Josip’. The violently nationalist Croatian Ustaše, which organized King Alexander’s assassination in 1934, has widened its acts of terror to involve brutal killings of Serbs and federal workers in the Banovina of Croatia. The newly-formed Hrvaška fronta (“Croatian Front”)—the more legitimate independence movement in the country—has done little to disavow or discourage them, and the Ustaše now haunts the federal and Serb presences in the Banovina. The Croat movement has maintained an uneasy alliance with a similar Bosnian movement under Dr. Džafer Kulenović, an admirer of the Croat group and formerly a member of the pro-Croat Muslim youth organization Svijest (“The Awareness”). The stirring ethnic conflict has deflated the morale of federal Yugoslavists—though the Slovene, Croat and Bosnian movements are materially disadvantaged, they have a sweeping momentum that has shaken local governments.

Unshaken, however, is communist Josip Broz Tito. After fleeing the siege of Užice, Tito resumed insurgent activities in the countryside of Serbia. Slovenia and Croatia, each of whose independence movements have militantly anti-communist elements, are currently seen by the partisan movement as not worth the effort required to replenish their numbers and organize in the regions. Regardless, Tito has worked boldly in the hills and forests of north-central Serbia, gathering anti-monarchist forces in such numbers that they largely suffocated the town of Zrenjanin into a mob-rule-like state of suppression by July and are creeping ever nearer to Novi Sad week by week, leaving dozens of dead federal police and Royal Army men in their wake. The response of Prince Paul has been bitter, but lackluster. Federal police are increasingly demotivated, and for all of Paul’s hope to crush the uprisings with an iron fist, he has found it very difficult to work when his tools are crumbling in his very hands.

Paramountica, Arcanda, Victoria Harbor, Philanialle, and 9 othersOtsla, Pontianus, Ranponian, Nileia, Great Britain GB, Puerto Somoza, New Provenance, Russian kongo, and La granadinas

      DECEMBER 1941
      Rick’s Cafe Americain I

     C A S A B L A N C A 

        With the coming of the Second World War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of the Americas. Lisbon became the great embarkation point. But not everybody could get to Lisbon directly, and so, a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran, then by train, or auto, or foot, across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.  Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca . . . and  wait — and wait — and wait—

    OLD MOORISH NEIGHBORHOODS — AFTERNOON
    CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

    | A week before Pearl Harbor — — At first only the turrets and rooftops are visible against a torrid sky. The facades of the Moorish buildings give way to a narrow, twisting street crowded with the polyglot life of a native quarter. The intense desert sun holds the scene in a torpid
    tranquility. Activity is unhurried and sounds are muted.
    |

    POLICE STATION, CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO — AFTERNOON

    | A POLICE OFFICER takes a piece of paper from the typewriter, turns to a microphone, and reads. |

      | STATION POLICE, Vichy Morocco (Into Radio) | “To all officers! Two German couriers carrying important official documents murdered on train from Oran. Murderer and possible accomplices headed for Casablanca. Round up all suspicious characters and search them for stolen documents. Important!”

    OLD MOORISH SECTOR — CONTINUOUS

    | An officer BLOWS his whistle several times. There is pandemonium as native guards begin to round up people . A police car, full of officers, with SIREN BLARING, screams through the street and stops in the market. Some try to escape but are caught by the police and loaded into a police wagon. At a street corner TWO POLICEMEN stop a White CIVILIAN and question him. |

      | POLICE OFFICER #1, Vichy Morocco: | “May we see your papers?”

      | CIVILIAN, Free French Spy | “I don't think I have them on me.”

      | POLICE OFFICER #1, Vichy Morocco | “In that case, we'll have to ask you to come along.”

    | The civilian pats his pockets. |

      | CIVILIAN, Free French Spy | “Wait. It's just possible that I...Yes, here they are.”

    | He brings out his papers. The second policeman examines them. |

      | POLICE OFFICER #2, Vichy Morocco | “These papers expired three weeks ago. You'll have to come along!”

    | Suddenly the civilian breaks away and starts to run wildly down the street. The policeman SHOUTS "Halt! Halt!", but the civilian keeps going. A very young and attractive refugee couple from the Netherlands watch as the civilian passes. They've
    been thrust by circumstances from a simple country life into an unfamiliar and hectic world. A shot RINGS out, and the man falls to the ground. Above him, painted on the wall, is a large poster of Marshal Petain, which reads:
    |

        JE TIENS MES PROMESSES, MEME CELLES DES AUTRES

        — Marshall Petain, Etat Francais!

    | The policeman frantically searches the body, but only to find, to their shock, Free French literature and a photo of the Free Frenchman, CHARLES DE GAULLE, who is despised in Vichy France. |

    PALAIS DE JUSTICE, CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO

    | We see an inscription carved in a marble block along the roofline of the building: "Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite" We see the the facade, French in architecture, then the high- vaulted entrance which is inscribed "Palais de Justice". At the entrance the arrested suspects are led in by the police. |

    SIDEWALK CAFE, CASABLANCA — CONTINUOUS

    | A middle-aged BRITISH COUPLE sit at a table just off the square, and observe the commotion across the way in front of the Palais de Justice. The police van pulls up. The rear doors are opened and people stream out. A vague FRENCHMAN man, sitting at a table nearby, in a tan suit, bowtie and holding a tan pith helmet, watches the English couple more closely than the scene on the street. |

    | The European walks over to the couple. |

      | SUS FRENCHMAN, Pith Helmet | “Pardon, pardon, Monsieur, pardon Madame, have you not heard?”

      | ENGLISHMAN, Refugee of Great Britain GB | " We hear very little, and we understand even less.”

      | SUS FRENCHMAN, Pith Helmet | “Two German couriers were found murdered in the desert... the unoccupied desert. This is the customary roundup of Refugees, Liberals, and uh, of course, a little something for Monsieur Macron, the Pre-Fect of Police . . . Unfortunately, along with these unhappy refugees the heap of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca. Some of them have been waiting years for a visa!”

    | He puts his left arm compassionately around the ENGLISHMAN, and reaches behind the man with his right hand. |

      | SUS FRENCHMAN, Pith Helmet | “I beg of you, Monsieur, watch yourself. Be on guard. This place is full of vultures, vultures everywhere, everywhere!”

    | The Englishman seems to be taken aback by this sudden display of concern. |

      | ENGLISHMAN, Refugee of Great Britain GB | " Ha, ha, thank you, thank you very much!”

      | SUS FRENCHMAN, Pith Helmet | “Not at all. Au revoir, Monsieur! Au revoir, Madame!”

    | He leaves. The Englishman, still a trifle disconcerted by the Frenchman's action, watches him as he leaves. |

      | ENGLISHMAN, Refugee of Great Britain GB | "Au revoir. Amusing little fellow. Waiter!”

    | As he pats both his breast and pants pockets he realizes there is something missing. |

    | Suddenly the Englishman looks off in the direction of the departed Pith Helmet Frenchman, the clouds of suspicion gathering. Interrupting overhead is the DRONE of a low flying airplane. They look up. |

    OUTSKIRTS AIRFIELD — AFTERNOON
    CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

    | A Junkers JU-52 Aircraft cuts its motor for landing. It SWOOPS down past a sign atop a building at the edge of the airport. The sign reads "Rick's Cafe Americain" As the plane lands a Volk symbol on its tail is clearly visible. It taxis to a stop as a group of officers march into formation in front of it. Behind them stand a detail of native soldiers keeping guard. In the group is CAPTAIN LOUIS MACRON, a French officer appointed by Vichy as Pre-Fect of Police in Casablanca. He is a handsome, middle-aged Frenchman, debonair, but withal a shrewd and alert official. With him are HERR HEINZE, the German consul, CAPTAIN TONELLI, an Italian officer, and LIEUTENANT CASSELLE, Macron's aide. When the plane door opens, the first passenger to step out is a tall, middle-aged, pale German with a smile that seems more the result of a frozen face muscle than a cheerful disposition. On any occasion when MAJOR HELLEWEGE is crossed, his expression hardens into iron. |

      | HERR HEINZE. German Embassy Consul | “It is very good to see you again, Major Hellewege.”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE. German Army | “Thank you. Thank you.”

    | Heinze introduces Hellewege to Macron. |

      | HERR HEINZE. German Embassy Consul | “May I present Captain Macron, Police Prefect of Casablanca. Major Hellewege.”

    | Macron salutes. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Unoccupied France welcomes you to Casablanca.”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE. German Army | “Thank you, Captain. It's very good to be here.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Major Hellewege, my aide, Lieutenant Casselle.”

    | As they acknowledge each other, Captain Tonelli barges in front of Casselle and salutes Hellewege. |

      | CAPT. TONELLI, Italian Army | “Captain Tonelli, the Italian service, at your command, Major.”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE. German Army | “That is kind of you.”

    | But Tonelli gets no further than that as Hellewege turns again to Macron. They walk away from the plane, Heinze following, with Casselle and Tonelli bringing up the rear, engaged in a heated exchange of words. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “You may find the climate of Casablanca a trifle warm, Major.”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE. German Army | “Oh, we Germans must get used to all climates, from Russia to the Sahara. But perhaps you were not referring to the weather.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | (sidesteps the implication with a smile) “What else, my dear Major?”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE. German Army | “By the way, the murder of the couriers, what has been done?”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Realizing the importance of the case, my men are rounding up twice the usual number of suspects.”

      | HERR HEINZE. German Embassy Consul | “We already know who the murderer is.”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE, German Army | “Good. Is he in custody?”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Oh, there is no hurry. Tonight he'll be at Rick's. Everybody comes to Rick's.”

      | MAJ. HELLEWEGE, German Army | “I have already heard about this cafe, and also about Mr. Rick himself.”

1942-1946 ECONOMIC PLAN OF ACTION

11th of June 1942

With a large portion of the Demographic strength of Rhodesia now abroad fighting the Axis on every possible Front, the Home front was never more important to the efforts of not just the Rhodesian but Allied War Effort. Prime Minister Godfrey Huggins led the charge for a renewed determination of Industrialization and perhaps most importantly the creation of a domestic arms industry to remove Rhodesia from the British Supply Chain. While on the surface this removed Rhodesia from the British supply chain and thus helped their war effort greatly, it also made a great leap towards independence as Rhodesia especially under current Minority Rule could never realistically achieve and maintain Independence without "something to back it up".

The 1942-1946 Economic Plan of Action masterminded by both Huggins and Minister of Finance Jacob Hendrik Smit aims to solve many issues that have long plagued the colony, such as an underutilization of Farming and Logging Machinery by Companies (who opt for less efficient employment of less educated tribal workers) and a lack of finances for the establishment of many sectors. With extremely low interest loans available now for virtually any warring Country, especially on the side of the Allies, Rhodesia plans to take full advantage of this for development of the foundation of its Economy.

TARGETS IDENTIFIED AND SET BY THE PLAN :

MILITARY - Aircraft Production : Currently Rhodesia possesses two Aircraft plants, the largest of which is in Salisbury and is currently producing Manchester Bombers and the smaller of the two in Lusaka producing Hurricanes. Annual Production for the Salisbury Plant has been rated at 120 Manchester Bombers per year, while the Plant at Lusaka has been rated at around 72 Hurricanes per year (efficiency for both being increased since production was ramped up in 1938). The 1942-1946 Plan calls for one large Single Engine Factory at Bulawayo (which is already connected by Rail to Salisbury) with a total annual production of around 120 Aircraft to be constructed by the start of 1944. One additional Bomber Plant with a targeted production of 62 Aircraft per year is to be constructed in Lusaka near the existing Hurricane Plant. These constructions are to provide a reasonable devolution of Production so as to not closely lump them together in the unlikely event of an attack.

MILITARY - Tank Production : Production of Tanks and heavily armored Vehicles, while sufficient, is too devolved into around 9 different plants which vastly decreases efficiency. Current annual production stands at around 800 Vehicles of various types, but the Plan proposes that this could be increased to 960 per year if Production was localized into two major production areas (Firstly Bulawayo and Secondly Lusaka). Main issues with so many smaller Plants is that if one plant has a surplus of one component they cannot easily share this surplus with another Plant as in some cases it leads to a drive of up to 800 miles. Completion of the localization Project, due to the fact that Machines and labor are already present is expected to be completed by January of 1943. Offsetting the costs, the existing Production Buildings shall be sold at low cost to local producers of mainly civilian products.

MILITARY - Arms Production : Identified as sufficient by the Plan, however by 1944 the Plants are to receive modernized Production Components which are to be commissioned in Salisbury.

MILITARY - Munitions Production : Identified as sufficient however a focus on Quality is to take place post 1944 with a switch to Tungsten core Shells for Tank and Anti-Tank Weaponry using locally sourced Tungsten.

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AGRICULTURE - Corn : Corn production currently stands at 1,900 MT per year, around half of which stems from Federal lands. This is a very large failure for the Country as a whole as it means that a land area roughly one third the size of the Tribal Farmlands account for a similar share of production due to Mechanization and focuses on Efficiency along with an increasing use of insecticides since 1939. The Government aims to work very closely with the Tribal lands to set up a means to tackle this issue by 1946, and to have leveled yield levels between Federal-Tribal by 1950. This change would increase production (assuming only Tribal yields increase and the total Corn producing lands stay constant) to around 5,100 MT per year. Such an increase would serve to massively increase nourishment received by Tribal Citizens along with general exports of Foodstuffs to the wider world.

AGRICULTURE - Wheat : Wheat production is currently limited to around 155 MT per year, mainly due to initial problems with the climate which have been actively tackled and researched by Rhodesia since the early 1920s. The current 155 MT is an extremely low amount, and due to the European origin of the minority Government had always been a focus to provide "Bread for the British" which quite simply was not economical due not just to the previously mentioned climate but also because of a focus on Southern Rhodesia which generally is even drier than the North. As a result the Government has opted to relocate its programs to Northern Rhodesia and Northern Malawi which receive more average rainfall and thus have an increased capacity for Wheat production. This would free up existing Wheat farms in Southern Rhodesia to producing goods with higher rates of yield. The change in location along with new insecticides means the Government estimates an increase in Production to 225 MT by 1945.

AGRICULTURE - Cotton : Already one of the largest producers of Cotton in Africa, Rhodesia currently turns out 640 MT of Cotton mainly produced on Tribal lands and picked by hand. The Government shall administer the application of Machinery in coordination with Tribal Governments in order to reduce this reliance on hand-picking and as a result increase throughput and yield.

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INDUSTRIAL - Copper : Rhodesia is the largest producer of Copper in Africa and in fact one of the largest globally at a total production figure of around 735,000 tons per year. This is compared to 2,900,000 tons in the USSR and around 1,300,000 in the United States. One of the largest issues in mining throughout Rhodesia is the reliance on hugs numbers of workers and a lack of many machines. To combat this, the Government has prepared to create a 3 million Pounds Bond (150 Mln pounds today) which is a huge amount and almost unheard of within the Colony to fund the program. But the importance of Copper within the war and predictably for Electronics once the war would be over is immense, and after all Rhodesia does possess much of the African Copper Belt which it must take full advantage of. With all Modernization efforts taken into account as well as the opening of several new mines it is estimated that Rhodesia can increase its annual output from 735,000 tons to 950,000 tons per year by 1944.

INDUSTRIAL - Iron Ore & Steel : Despite a relatively large Steel Industry which so far has been more or less sufficient for domestic needs, Iron ore Production and indeed reserves have been lacking. The low reserves making economical recovery for any large Company unlikely, the Government has announced it shall nationalize the sector and utilize larger amounts of Machinery to exploit existing Iron mines to their full potential without relying on a mainly artisan and labor intensive method as it currently stands. Assuming all plans of modernization are successful production would rise from just under 11,000 tons to around 19,000 tons. One new Steel Plant is however being planned in the Malawian Capital of Lilongwe despite currently meeting demand, produce there planned to be utilized for extensive post war Infrastructure plans.

INDUSTRIAL - Coal : Current output standing at around 8,200 tons per year it is a pitifully small amount despite southern Rhodesia sharing in the Coal belt running from South Africa up to Malawi. A main point of contention for this industry was the reserves there being found after tribal land protection laws were put into place, thus removing the ability to exploit many locations of keen interest. The Government as a result has offered financial incentives to the Tribes in the south-east of the Country to allow Coal exploitation by a newly created Government firm under the condition that it enact reasonably high standards of pay for Tribal workers to be employed there. Under the Plan, assuming these mines produce an average resembling existing mines in Rhodesia production could increase to as much as 64,000 tons by 1945. While this would not cover the total national usage of coal, it would allow for the Nations Industrial Production to be entirely fueled by Rhodesian mined coal and thus establish severe security.

INDUSTRIAL - General Consumer : Consumer Goods factories were growing at a steady pace pre-war, though had stalled upon the start of the war because of a lack of manpower (that being the mainly white factory workers who are now employed in the Armed Forces). While the Government is still unwilling to allow wider migration into Federal lands, they have offered to grant Consumer Goods Companies not just the Buildings freed up from the Tank Plants, but also low interest Government loans and Bonds for the construction now of Buildings to be used at the end of hostilities for new Factories. This would lay a reasonable foundation for more Factories once the war has ended, and direct the money flowing back into the Consumer goods market post-war to flow into an existing pool of possible production. Additionally the Government has pledged that Trucks built for wartime usage, once returned to Rhodesia upon the end of the war would not be maintained as a whole but instead many hundreds or perhaps thousands would be granted to Companies that had great pre-war demand for said Trucks. Rail after all does not exist throughout all parts of the Nation and many areas still rely on Trucks even with the wartime rationing on Fuel.

      DECEMBER 1941
      Rick’s Cafe Americain II

     C A S A B L A N C A 

        With the coming of the Second World War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of the Americas. Lisbon became the great embarkation point. But not everybody could get to Lisbon directly, and so, a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran, then by train, or auto, or foot, across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.  Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca . . . and  wait — and wait — and wait—

    RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN — NIGHT
    CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

    | The neon sign above the door is brightly lit. Patrons arrive and go in through the front door. From inside we hear sounds of MUSIC and LAUGHTER. The song is "It Had to Be You." |

      RICK’S CAFE PARAMERICAIN

    | We follow a group of patrons inside. |

    RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN, CASABLANCA — NIGHT

          https://youtu.be/yW-BTc9oeyc

      | SAM, Pianist & American | “ It had to be you~ it had to be you~
      I wandered around, and finally found the somebody who!
      Could make me be true~ could make me be blue~
      And even be glad, just to be sad thinking of—!

      Some others I've seen, might never be mean!
      Might never be cross! or try to be boss!
      But they wouldn't do—
      For nobody else, gave me a thrill, with all your faults, I love you still~

      It had to be you, wonderful you,
      It had to be you!

    | Rick's is an expensive and chic nightclub which definitely possesses an air of sophistication and intrigue. SAM, a middle-aged African-American, sits on a stool before a small, salmon-colored piano on wheels, playing and singing while accompanied by a small orchestra. All about him there is the HUM of voices, CHATTER and LAUGHTER. The occupants of the room are varied. There are Europeans in their dinner jackets, their women beautifully begowned and be jeweled. There are Moroccans in silk robes. Turks wearing fezzes. Levantines. Naval officers. Members of the Foreign Legion, distinguished by their kepis. Two men sit at a table. |

      | REFUGEE MAN, From Amsterwald | “Waiting, waiting, waiting. I'll never get out of here. I'll die in Casablanca…”

    | His companion seems uninterested in his dilemma. Sympathy is evidently in short supply in Casablanca. At another table a very well-dressed WOMAN talks to a MOOR. She has a bracelet on her wrist. No other jewelry. |

      | REFUGEE WOMAN, From Amsterwald | “But can't you make it just a little more? Please.”

      | CASABLANCA MOOR, Jewels Trader | “I'm sorry, Madame, but diamonds are a drug on the market . Everybody sells diamonds. There are diamonds everywhere. 2,400 Francs.”

      | REFUGEE WOMAN, From Amsterwald | “All right.”

    | On to another table where two CONSPIRATORS talk. |

      | CONSPIRATOR #1, Free French | “The trucks are waiting, the men are waiting. Everything is—”

    | He stops abruptly as two German officers walk by. A REFUGEE and another MAN converse at another table. |

      | ROUTE MAN, Free French | “It's the fishing smack Santiago. It leaves at one tomorrow night, here from the end of La Medina. Third boat.”

      | REFUGEE MAN, From North omaha | “Thank you, oh, thank you.”

      | ROUTE MAN, Free French | “And bring 15,000 Francs in cash. Remember, in cash…”

    | On the way to the bar we pass several tables and hear a Babel of foreign tongues. Here and there we catch a scattered phrase or sentence in English. CARL, the waiter, is a jovial German refugee with spectacles. He walks, tray in hand, to a private door, over which ABDUL, a large, burly man, stands guard. |

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “Open up, Abdul.”

      | ADBUL, Moroccan Guard | “Yes, Herr Professor.”

    | Abdul opens the door and Carl goes into the gambling room. Back in Germany, Carl was one of Berlin’s most respected Mathematical Professors, sadly he was part of the race most hated by the Volk. |

    INT. GAMBLING ROOM, RICK’S CAFE PARAMERICAIN, CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO — NIGHT

    | There is much activity at the various tables. At one table TWO WOMEN and a MAN play cards. They glance at another table. One of them calls to Carl. |

      | GAMBER LADY, from The Netherlands | “Uh, waiter.”

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “Yes, Madame?”

      | GAMBER LADY, from The Netherlands | ““Will you ask Rick if he'll have a drink with us?

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “Madame, he never drinks with customers. Never. I have never seen him!”

      | GAMBER LADY, from The Netherlands | “What makes saloon-keepers so snobbish?”

      | GAMBER MAN, from Metropolitan Francais | “Perhaps if you told him I ran the second largest banking house in Paris.”

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “The second largest? That wouldn't impress Rick. The leading banker in Paris is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.”

      | GAMBER MAN, from Metropolitan Francais | “We have something to look forward to!”

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “And his father is the bellboy!”

    | Carl and the group laughs. The overseer walks up to a table with a paper in his hand. Then we see a drink and a man's hand, but nothing more. The overseer places a check on the table. The hand picks up the check and writes on it, in pencil, "Okay-Rick." The overseer takes the check. We now see RICK, sitting at a table alone playing solitary chess. Rick is an Aramerican of indeterminate age. There is no expression on his face — complete deadpan. There is a commotion at the door as people attempt to come into the gambling room. He nods approval to Abdul. Then a GERMAN appears in the doorway in a tuxedo, straight from Volk Germany, wealthy and a favorite banker of the Fuhrer. Abdul looks to Rick who glances back toward the open door and nods "no". Abdul starts to close the door on the man. |

      | ADBUL, Moroccan Guard | “I'm sorry sir, this is a private room.”

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      DECEMBER 1941
      Rick’s Cafe Americain II

     C A S A B L A N C A 

        With the coming of the Second World War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of the Americas. Lisbon became the great embarkation point. But not everybody could get to Lisbon directly, and so, a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran, then by train, or auto, or foot, across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.  Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca . . . and  wait — and wait — and wait—

    RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN — NIGHT
    CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

    | The neon sign above the door is brightly lit. Patrons arrive and go in through the front door. From inside we hear sounds of MUSIC and LAUGHTER. The song is "It Had to Be You." |

      RICK’S CAFE PARAMERICAIN

    | We follow a group of patrons inside. |

    RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN, CASABLANCA — NIGHT

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      | SAM, Pianist & American | “ It had to be you~ it had to be you~
      I wandered around, and finally found the somebody who!
      Could make me be true~ could make me be blue~
      And even be glad, just to be sad thinking of—!

      Some others I've seen, might never be mean!
      Might never be cross! or try to be boss!
      But they wouldn't do—
      For nobody else, gave me a thrill, with all your faults, I love you still~

      It had to be you, wonderful you,
      It had to be you!

    | Rick's is an expensive and chic nightclub which definitely possesses an air of sophistication and intrigue. SAM, a middle-aged African-American, sits on a stool before a small, salmon-colored piano on wheels, playing and singing while accompanied by a small orchestra. All about him there is the HUM of voices, CHATTER and LAUGHTER. The occupants of the room are varied. There are Europeans in their dinner jackets, their women beautifully begowned and be jeweled. There are Moroccans in silk robes. Turks wearing fezzes. Levantines. Naval officers. Members of the Foreign Legion, distinguished by their kepis. Two men sit at a table. |

      | REFUGEE MAN, From Amsterwald | “Waiting, waiting, waiting. I'll never get out of here. I'll die in Casablanca…”

    | His companion seems uninterested in his dilemma. Sympathy is evidently in short supply in Casablanca. At another table a very well-dressed WOMAN talks to a MOOR. She has a bracelet on her wrist. No other jewelry. |

      | REFUGEE WOMAN, From Amsterwald | “But can't you make it just a little more? Please.”

      | CASABLANCA MOOR, Jewels Trader | “I'm sorry, Madame, but diamonds are a drug on the market . Everybody sells diamonds. There are diamonds everywhere. 2,400 Francs.”

      | REFUGEE WOMAN, From Amsterwald | “All right.”

    | On to another table where two CONSPIRATORS talk. |

      | CONSPIRATOR #1, Free French | “The trucks are waiting, the men are waiting. Everything is—”

    | He stops abruptly as two German officers walk by. A REFUGEE and another MAN converse at another table. |

      | ROUTE MAN, Free French | “It's the fishing smack Santiago. It leaves at one tomorrow night, here from the end of La Medina. Third boat.”

      | REFUGEE MAN, From North omaha | “Thank you, oh, thank you.”

      | ROUTE MAN, Free French | “And bring 15,000 Francs in cash. Remember, in cash…”

    | On the way to the bar we pass several tables and hear a Babel of foreign tongues. Here and there we catch a scattered phrase or sentence in English. CARL, the waiter, is a jovial German refugee with spectacles. He walks, tray in hand, to a private door, over which ABDUL, a large, burly man, stands guard. |

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “Open up, Abdul.”

      | ADBUL, Moroccan Guard | “Yes, Herr Professor.”

    | Abdul opens the door and Carl goes into the gambling room. Back in Germany, Carl was one of Berlin’s most respected Mathematical Professors, sadly he was part of the race most hated by the Volk. |

    INT. GAMBLING ROOM, RICK’S CAFE PARAMERICAIN, CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO — NIGHT

    | There is much activity at the various tables. At one table TWO WOMEN and a MAN play cards. They glance at another table. One of them calls to Carl. |

      | GAMBER LADY, from The Netherlands | “Uh, waiter.”

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “Yes, Madame?”

      | GAMBER LADY, from The Netherlands | ““Will you ask Rick if he'll have a drink with us?

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “Madame, he never drinks with customers. Never. I have never seen him!”

      | GAMBER LADY, from The Netherlands | “What makes saloon-keepers so snobbish?”

      | GAMBER MAN, from Metropolitan Francais | “Perhaps if you told him I ran the second largest banking house in Paris.”

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “The second largest? That wouldn't impress Rick. The leading banker in Paris is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.”

      | GAMBER MAN, from Metropolitan Francais | “We have something to look forward to!”

      | CARL, Jewish Refugee | “And his father is the bellboy!”

    | Carl and the group laughs. The overseer walks up to a table with a paper in his hand. Then we see a drink and a man's hand, but nothing more. The overseer places a check on the table. The hand picks up the check and writes on it, in pencil, "Okay-Rick." The overseer takes the check. We now see RICK, sitting at a table alone playing solitary chess. Rick is an Aramerican of indeterminate age. There is no expression on his face — complete deadpan. There is a commotion at the door as people attempt to come into the gambling room. He nods approval to Abdul. Then a GERMAN appears in the doorway in a tuxedo, straight from Volk Germany, wealthy and a favorite banker of the Fuhrer. Abdul looks to Rick who glances back toward the open door and nods "no". Abdul starts to close the door on the man. |

      | ADBUL, Moroccan Guard | “I'm sorry sir, this is a private room.”

    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “Of all the nerve! Who do you think... I know there's gambling in there! There's no secret. You dare not keep me out of here!”

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    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “Of all the nerve! Who do you think... I know there's gambling in there! There's no secret. You dare not keep me out of here!”

| Soon enough, the owner of the establishment, RICK, proceeds to walk up. |

    | RICK, The American | “Yes? What's the trouble?”

    | ADBUL, Moroccan Guard | “This gentleman—”

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Paramountica wrote:| Soon enough, the owner of the establishment, RICK, proceeds to walk up. |

    | RICK, The American | “Yes? What's the trouble?”

    | ADBUL, Moroccan Guard | “This gentleman—”

| The German interrupts and waves his card. |

    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “I've been in every gambling room between Tokyo and Berlin and if you think I'm going to be kept out of a saloon like this, you're very much mistaken!”

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New Provenance wrote:| The German interrupts and waves his card. |

    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “I've been in every gambling room between Tokyo and Berlin and if you think I'm going to be kept out of a saloon like this, you're very much mistaken!”

| At this moment JAKOV, a small, thin man with a nervous air, tries to squeeze through the doorway blocked by the German. If he were an American, JAKOV would look like a tout. He gets through and passes RICK. |

    | JAKOV, Free French spy | “Uh, excuse me, please. Hello, Rick.

    | RICK, The American | “Hello Jakov.”

| RICK looks at the Volk German calmly, takes the card out of his hand, and tears it up, handing it back to him, clearly not a fan of Volk Germans. |

    | RICK, The American | “Your cash is good at the bar.”

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Paramountica wrote:| At this moment JAKOV, a small, thin man with a nervous air, tries to squeeze through the doorway blocked by the German. If he were an American, JAKOV would look like a tout. He gets through and passes RICK. |

    | JAKOV, Free French spy | “Uh, excuse me, please. Hello, Rick.

    | RICK, The American | “Hello Jakov.”

| RICK looks at the Volk German calmly, takes the card out of his hand, and tears it up, handing it back to him, clearly not a fan of Volk Germans. |

    | RICK, The American | “Your cash is good at the bar.”

    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “VAT!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!”

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    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “VAT!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!”

    | RICK, The American | “I do. You’re lucky the bar is open.”

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    | RICK, The American | “I do. You’re lucky the bar is open.”

    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS. I SHALL REPORT IT TO THE ANGRIFF!...YOU DESPISE ME, DON’T YOU?”

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    | SCHAFFER, Volk German Financier | “THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS. I SHALL REPORT IT TO THE ANGRIFF!...YOU DESPISE ME, DON’T YOU?”

    | RICK, The American | “My friend, if I gave you any thought, I probably would.”

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    | RICK, The American | “My friend, if I gave you any thought, I probably would.”

| The Volk German storms off, tossing the pieces of his card into the air behind him. |

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New Provenance wrote:| The Volk German storms off, tossing the pieces of his card into the air behind him. |

| Meanwhile RICK heads back, to meet with JAKOV. JAVOK is a Refugee mover, aiding people from all across Europe who venture into Casablanca on their way to Lisbon, Alzarikstan from which they may fly directly to the New World, to Freedom in the United States of America. Here he asks Rick to harbor two Letters of Transit — signed by General de GAULLE, of the Free French Forces Metropolitan Francais, good to pass custom checks all the way from here to New York. Cannot be rescinded, not even questioned. RICK agrees to do so, provided they will be hidden. RICK leaves the gambling room and goes into the main room. |

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      DECEMBER 1941
      Rick’s Cafe Americain III

     C A S A B L A N C A 

        With the coming of the Second World War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of the Americas. Lisbon became the great embarkation point. But not everybody could get to Lisbon directly, and so, a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran, then by train, or auto, or foot, across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.  Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca . . . and  wait — and wait — and wait—

    RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN — NIGHT
    CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

    | RICK stands and looks up at the revolving beacon light from the airport, after making a woman who adores him leave the cafe. It intermittently sheds its light on RICKs face. MACRON sits at a table on the cafe terrace, watching this evening's performance. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Hello, Rick.”

    | RICK walks over to him, this whole time he has sported on a white tuxedo with a black bowtie. |

      | RICK, The American | “Hello, Louis.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “How extravagant you are, throwing away people like that. Someday they may be scarce.”

    | Rick sits down at the table. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “You know, I think now I shall pay a call on Yvonne, maybe get her on the rebound, huh?”

      | RICK, The American | “When it comes to women, you're a true democrat.”

    | As they talk, Italian Captain Tonelli and Vichy French Lieutenant Casselle walk by toward the entrance of the cafe. Casselle talks non-stop and Tonelli tries. They both stop, salute Macron, and walk into the cafe. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “If he gets a word in it'll be a major Italian victory.”

    | RICK chuckles. RICK and MACRON look up when they hear the BUZZ of a plane taking off from the adjacent airfield. The plane flies directly over their heads. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “A plane to Lisbon.” (pause) “You would like to be on it?”

      | RICK, The American | “Why? What's in Lisbon?”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “The Pan-Am clipper to America.”

    | RICK doesn't answer. His look isn't a happy one. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “I have often speculated on why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.”

    | RICK still looks in the direction of the airport. |

      | RICK, The American | “It was a combination of all three.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?”

      | RICK, The American | “My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.”

      | RICK, The American | “I was misinformed.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Ah!”

    | Now we enter again to meet and notice the rest of the Cafe . . . |

        A Massive Civilian RP in Wartime — Now is the
        perfect scene to introduce your own character,
        or continue to RP the ones already established
        ,
        everything beyond this point is Improv. The Characters
        beyond reach are the ones I RP, which shall be Rick.
        This should be fun ^>^

Paramountica wrote:
      DECEMBER 1941
      Rick’s Cafe Americain III

     C A S A B L A N C A 

        With the coming of the Second World War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of the Americas. Lisbon became the great embarkation point. But not everybody could get to Lisbon directly, and so, a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran, then by train, or auto, or foot, across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.  Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca . . . and  wait — and wait — and wait—

    RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN — NIGHT
    CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

    | RICK stands and looks up at the revolving beacon light from the airport, after making a woman who adores him leave the cafe. It intermittently sheds its light on RICKs face. MACRON sits at a table on the cafe terrace, watching this evening's performance. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Hello, Rick.”

    | RICK walks over to him, this whole time he has sported on a white tuxedo with a black bowtie. |

      | RICK, The American | “Hello, Louis.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “How extravagant you are, throwing away people like that. Someday they may be scarce.”

    | Rick sits down at the table. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “You know, I think now I shall pay a call on Yvonne, maybe get her on the rebound, huh?”

      | RICK, The American | “When it comes to women, you're a true democrat.”

    | As they talk, Italian Captain Tonelli and Vichy French Lieutenant Casselle walk by toward the entrance of the cafe. Casselle talks non-stop and Tonelli tries. They both stop, salute Macron, and walk into the cafe. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “If he gets a word in it'll be a major Italian victory.”

    | RICK chuckles. RICK and MACRON look up when they hear the BUZZ of a plane taking off from the adjacent airfield. The plane flies directly over their heads. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “A plane to Lisbon.” (pause) “You would like to be on it?”

      | RICK, The American | “Why? What's in Lisbon?”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “The Pan-Am clipper to America.”

    | RICK doesn't answer. His look isn't a happy one. |

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “I have often speculated on why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.”

    | RICK still looks in the direction of the airport. |

      | RICK, The American | “It was a combination of all three.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?”

      | RICK, The American | “My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.”

      | RICK, The American | “I was misinformed.”

      | CAPT. MACRON, Pre-Fect of Police | “Ah!”

    | Now we enter again to meet and notice the rest of the Cafe . . . |

        A Massive Civilian RP in Wartime — Now is the
        perfect scene to introduce your own character,
        or continue to RP the ones already established
        ,
        everything beyond this point is Improv. The Characters
        beyond reach are the ones I RP, which shall be Rick.
        This should be fun ^>^

    December 1941
    CASABLANCA

RICK’S CAFE AMERICAIN — NIGHT
CASABLANCA, VICHY FRENCH MOROCCO, Metropolitan Francais

| A middle-aged man, perhaps in his early forties, lit a cigar as he stepped out of a little dingy taxi and into the cover of the cafe. He tucked his left hand into his coat pocket as he smoked with the other, watching the taxi drive away for a moment as the lights of CASABLANCA flickered in his spectacles. The man sighed as he strained to carry his briefcase into the cafe. Taking a seat at one of the more obscure tables, the man waved down a waiter as he took his coat off and removed from its left pocket a small notebook and an envelope. He made sure to keep those two belongings safe, for his life depended on it. |

    | GERMAN ARRIVAL, Cafe Americain | "Good evening, if I could have a glass of champagne that would be great."

    | WAITER, Cafe Americain | "Of course, sir. A few minutes, if you please. And may I have your name?"

    | GERMAN ARRIVAL, Cafe Americain | "Martin."

| The waiter nodded and silently made his way to the bartender at the other end of the room, leaving MARTIN to his thoughts. His eyes darted about nervously. He shook occasionally, and took deep breaths to keep himself calm. He was almost there, he thought. Just a little more, a little more patience, and his wait would be over. The cafe door burst open, and Martin's eyes turned to the new arrival. He wore a fedora and a grey suit, above which he wore a thick winter coat. An odd get up for Casablanca, even if it was winter time. Martin and the man locked eyes, and he approached his table and curtly spoke; |

    | GREY-SUITED MAN, Cafe Americain | "Doctor Adler?"

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "Uh- Th- That would be me, yes."

| The man nodded silently and, after giving the cafe a brief search with his sharp eyes, would take a seat in front of the doctor. From his coat pocket he took out several papers and a blue rectangular pad, a passport. He glanced around once more before taking out a pen and writing down a note with which he used to communicate with the doctor, writing: Where do the eagles fly? |

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "Uh- To the north?"

    | GREY-SUITED MAN, Cafe Americain | "You sound unsure."

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "To the north. To the north, yes. Sorry, I'm just-"

    | GREY-SUITED MAN, Cafe Americain | "Nervous. I understand, many clients are like that. My name is Andre Herstellen, I'm your courier. Your brother sent me."

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "Hermann-? Isn't he hiding-"

| The grey-suited man chuckled heartily. A woman nearby in one of the other tables smiled at the seemingly serious and joyless man displaying a hint of happiness and humanity. |

    | ANDRE HERSTELLEN, Cafe Americain | "Hiding? (chuckles) Heavens, no. Your brother's uh . . . on a business trip. (Cautiously)"

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "Where . . ?"

    | ANDRE HERSTELLEN, Cafe Americain | "Paris."

| Martin gulped nervously. Learning that his brother was in the center of Occupied France wasn't that much of a calmer on the nerves. Thankfully, the waiter arrived, nodded to ANDRE, and delivered Martin's drink. |

    | ANDRE HERSTELLEN, Cafe Americain | "Now that you have your drink, we must talk. There is a man here, his name is Rick, he will provide to you the remaining things you need to leave for Lisbon. There you will fly to America."

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "My papers?"

    | ANDRE HERSTELLEN, Cafe Americain | "Yes. Identification, documents, anything you might need. Your real name will not be used. According to my boss, you'll be flying under the name of Elias Hoss, a psychiatrist returning home to New York on a business trip."

    | DR. MARTIN ADLER, Cafe Americain | "And, uh, where is this Rick-?"

    | ANDRE HERSTELLEN, Cafe Americain | "Through that stairwell, to the casino room. You will show this red card to the guard, he will let you in. Ask for Rick, he will explain the rest."

      FEBRUARY 1942
      Dark Times of War

     C H U R C H I L L I A N   E L O Q U E N C E 

        King George VI — 
        From Canada to the Indian Raj, 
        from Australia to Nigeria, from 
        the Caribbean to East Africa —  
        H.R.H. reigns united an Empire,
        Commonwealth, & Allied War Effort.

    HOUSE OF COMMONS, THE PARLIAMENT — MORNING
    LONDON, ENGLAND, Great Britain GB

    SOUNDTRACK COMPOSITIONhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjNRNFhk0Hk

    | For three days, the PRIME MINISTER CHURCHILL and the Labour Party argued fiercely. So Parliament gave Churchill a vote of confidence he asked for — 464-to-1. Only a single vote was cast by JAMES MAXTON, one of three ultra-left Independent Laborites in Parliament — More importantly, 67 members of the House did not vote. In the majority of Parliament the vote was not sincere; it just seemed necessary. After that, the Opposition continued to criticize Churchill. The vote seemed necessary, because no matter what they say against the PRIME MINISTER or the men around him, few men and women can imagine any other leader than Churchill leading Great Britain during the war. Furthermore, among these few Brits are hard-shell Conservatives, they are totally against the alliance between Great Britain and Socialist Russia and want to restore post-war Great Britain as a Conservative paradise. The majority of Parliament was determined not to give them any encouragement. But, with or without a vote, Parliament accepted Churchillian eloquence. |

      | WINSTON CHURCHILL, The Prime Minister | “Nobody here needs to be resentful . . . there are . . . people who talk and behave as if they are preparing for this war with great armaments . . . Great Britain has been fighting this war for two and a half years and we can barely keep our heads up. [Russia] Despite British needs, Stalin got exactly what he asked for. [North Africa] I can’t tell you what’s waiting for us . . . we have an arrogant and skillful opponent . . . whether you call it victory or not, it must be considered . . . a highly profitable transaction. [Second Front] Imagine what would have happened if we had given in to this [to open a second front]! Every ton of British ship, every flotilla, every plane, the force of the Royal Army would have been committed and fighting for their lives, these Far East and Middle Eastern problems might have paled in comparison to the fact that there might have been a scenario with the issue of another much worse Dunkirk.”

    | The PRIME MINISTER declared that the British Royal Navy sunken ships PRINCE OF WALES and REPULSE were ordered to go to Singapore in hopes of changing Japan’s mind about the war. No aircraft carriers were sent along with them, as all but one British aircraft carrier were being repaired. |

      | WINSTON CHURCHILL, The Prime Minister | “While the Royal Army faces the Germans and Italians from Europe to the Nile Valley, we have never had the power to provide defense to the Far East . . . 60,000 brave men were indeed stationed in Singapore, but priority was under the Nile Valley. For this decision taken, in its broad strategic aspects and also in its diplomatic policy towards the Russians, I will assume full responsibility. [Personnel] Why, therefore, should I be called upon to choose scapegoats and blame generals and sacrifice my loyal and trusted colleagues and friends? scandals, inefficiency or misbehavior . . . will not be investigated. [Production] Arms production in Great Britain is huge . . . and it’s increasing remarkably . . . We’re producing twice as many weapons as we did at the height of the Great War period. [United States] When I spent time at President Roosevelt’s home, I established relationships with him not only of companionship but also of friendship. We can say anything to each other, no matter how bad.”

    | The PRIME MINISTER said he would appoint the American DONALD NELSON to the post of Minister of Production to represent the Dominions in the high councils of war. After the PRIME MINISTER finished speaking, the opposition realized that Churchill had not given an answer that would prove that Great Britain’s war councils, both productive and military, are outdated and bureaucratic, whose output can be over 40%. Although Churchill was certain that Britain was not capable enough to protect Malaya, he did not explain the fact that the British high command incorrectly believed that Malaya could repel a possible attack. His apologies for his military past were little guarantee for the future. |

    | Among those who debated with the PRIME MINISTER, one was the Conservative Sir JOHN WARDLAW-MILNE, who said: |

      | SIR JOHN WARDLAW-MILNE, Conservative M.P. | “In the desire and determination to win this war, this Government is for me like a great shining light, so I will support it. But when it comes to other matters, I’m afraid it’s not like a bright light and in their determination not to change any system we’ve worked on for years.”

        GRANDE ESTADO NOVO
        
        A UNIÃO-ESTADO PLURICONTINENTAL DAS NAÇÕES PORTUGUESAS
        
        GLÓRIA A DEUS, GLÓRIA A SALAZAR, GLÓRIA A VARGAS

      ______

      GSI BEGINS OPERATIONS IN CATALONIA TO ESTABLISH NETWORKS AND COORDINATION WITH CARLISTS in Victoria Harbor
      1ST GREATER ESTADO NOVO ADMINISTRATION | LISBON & RIO DE JANEIRO, JUNE 1942

    | The instability in Spain has always caught the attention of Grand Marshal Antonio Carmona and President Antonio Salazar. Seeing Spain as a prime location for adversarial ideologies, especially ones hostile to the Estado Novo and Roman Catholic corporatism, to blossom and destabilize the entirety of the Iberian Peninsula and potentially bleed into the greater Mediterranean region. Upon extensive conversations with Director of the GSI Humberto de Alencar Castelo Branco, it was agreed upon to send covert operatives into the recently declared independent Catalonia with the intentions of establishing networks and coordination with Carlist factions. In the view of King Manuel II, it would be most beneficial for the Estado Novo that Carlists resume full control of Spain in an effort to solidify a stabilized Iberian Peninsula but an even more stable Ibero-Americas strategic partnership. The GSI would be reinforced by members of the Diretoria de Inteligência Estratégica e Operações Especiais (DIEOE) and the Polícia Internacional e de Defesa do Estado (PIDE). Classified as highly sensitive operations for the stabilizing and continuation of the Iberian Peninsula, the Grand Marshal appointed Deputy Grand Marshal Francisco Craveiro Lopes to oversee these operations in addition to formulating a new syndicate to manage resource allocation, manpower, and strategic guidelines for operations.

    The agents would seek to enter Catalonia via ship into Barcelona to begin formulating operation cells and intelligence fusion centers that looks to write HUMINT and SIGINT reports from within Catalonia to send back to Lisbon while also keeping an eye on other operating factions that could be for the Carlist cause, against the Carlists, or relatively neutral. Back in the Estado Novo, the National Council on Mass Media, Entertainment, and Public Welfare would begin printing newsletters promoting the Carlists cause in addition to fabricating events of Carlists discrimination and anti-Estado Novo sentiments in Spain. Seeking to garner extensive political support from the public, the Grand Marshal would begin planning with the Commandant of the Legião Portuguesa (Portuguese Legion) to begin preparations to potentially embark upon covert operations in Spain via Casablanca to support Carlists.

    The Legião Portuguesa will support the intelligence agency operations by providing additional equipment and weaponry should the need to conduct espionage and sabotage occur.

      ______

        UNION-STATE OF PORTUGUESE NATIONS!
        
        GLORY TO GOD!
        
        THE BASTION OF CATHOLICISM!

Bescania

    JULY 1942
    CUBAN WORKERS STRIKE AGAINST GOVERNMENT & COMPANIES

R E P U B L I C A  D E  C U B A 

CONGRESO DE LA REPUBLICA
HAVANA, Bescania — MIDDAY

| Cuba is one of the most underdeveloped countries in Central America, particularly exacerbated during the previous Great Depression and current global war. Hundreds of thousands of people are unemployed with hundreds of thousands more living in shanty towns, one million have emigrated and infant mortality at an all time recorded high. Strikes have been met by brutal force under the regime of Generalissimo Batista but lack of experience has proven no deterrent to the Cuban working class. Over 400 companies have registered disputes. One of the most significant of the strikes was within CAC, the semi-state raw sugar company which accounts for a large percentage of global exports. It showed whose side the supposedly 'distributist' government is on. CAC workers had a history of militancy. In 1941 three workers had been murdered by the Cuban paramilitary police force during a strike. On May 22nd, 1942 an assembly of CAC workers demanded the purging of all distributist and Batista sympathisers in the company and the election of union representatives to the administration council, which was in effect a council for the bosses. When it was discovered that some of the representatives had raised their salaries the union came under a lot of criticism. In June an assembly of maintenance workers reduced their 44-hour week to 40 hours by refusing to work the extra four hours |

| Another assembly, held without union officials, drew up a list of demands including the purging of staff who showed "anti-working class attitudes", wage increases and the right to reconsider collective contracts whenever the workers pleased. The demands have not been accepted by the government, so in response the workers have declared a general strike, elected a strike committee and posted pickets. All international sugar exports from Cuba have been halted. The new Minister for Labour, a Batista loyalist and prominent Distributist, has called on the workers to resume work while Partido de Acción Unitaria (Batista’s ruling party) rank and filers opposed the strike within CAC. The CAC workers have stood fast and eventually the government was forced to send the military to occupy several dozen sugar plants in order to arrest the strike committee. Two hundred workers were initially sacked but were reinstated after mass demonstrations and threats of further strikes. The 40-hour week is to be gradually introduced in the aftermath of the strikes. |

Bescania wrote:
    JULY 1942
    CUBAN WORKERS STRIKE AGAINST GOVERNMENT & COMPANIES

R E P U B L I C A  D E  C U B A 

Amsterwald

sorry forgot to tag you in this for your region RP calander thing

Bescania wrote:Amsterwald

sorry forgot to tag you in this for your region RP calander thing

Should already be there—I keep a close eye on the RMB for new additions, so no worries!

Bescania and Ranponian

Illinois il

    1st July 1942
    A Young Illinois State Senator From Chicago Has Big Plans

A  N E W  A G E  F O R  I L L I N O I S

ILLINOIS GENERAL ASSEMBLY, STATE CAPITOL
SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS, Paramountica — MORNING

| The first legislative session was held within the Illinois state Capitol in 1877, with the growth of the state increasing the need for more file storage and office space than the Old State Capitol allowed. Today, it is still the center of the Illinois government. The building is topped with a 405-foot dome and is a convention of Renaissance Revival and Second Empire Style architecture, highlighting the true beauty of the land of Lincoln. A young Illinois State Senator, from Chicago, made his way into the Illinois State Capitol and across the winding marble floor corridors to make his eventual way into the Illinois Senate. He stood at 6’3”, clean shaven, dark brunette hair and deep piercing blue eyes that could look through your very soul . . . but that wasn’t what made the young senator such an attractive character. There is no trait more attractive to the Illinois electorate than calm empathy, and this young man had all that and more in abundance. His strength, however, was also his downfall . . . with what he held in natural charisma he lacked crucial political experience to truly unleash the potential he held which was as clear as day. At the end of the day, he is a 32 year old working-class Chicagoan with the world at his feet - but he has to conquer Illinois first. The young senator entered the chamber, much to the smiles of his Democrat colleagues who had already taken their seats. He took his seat next to EDWARD J. BARRETT (D), the former Illinois Treasurer and Auditor of Public Accounts. |

    | EDWARD J. BARRETT, Illinois State Senator (D) |” Mornin’ James, wanna grab a sammich later? I need to conversate with you in private . . . or at least somewhere less conspicuous”

    | JAMES SANDERSON, Illinois State Senator (D) | " Yeah of course Ed’, we’ll find a place . . . perhaps the Smith’s Diner in downtown Springfield? We haven’t had a good catchup in a while, and I could do with some pop . . .”

| Edward J. Barrett was somewhat of a father figure to James Sanderson, the youngest senator in the Illinois Senate. He needed that sort of guidance, an experienced helping hand in the terrifying world of politics. Power is a lot like real estate. It’s all about location, location, location. The closer you are to the source, the higher your property value. For Sanderson, Barrett was not only a father figure but the key to reaching the top of the Illinois government. His closeness to a respected Illinois politician skyrockets his own value. Who knows what's after Illinois for Sanderson? Congress? The Senate? The Presidency? |

    | EDWARD J. BARRETT, Illinois State Senator (D) |”Sounds great, you must say hi to your ma’ from me”

    | JAMES SANDERSON, Illinois State Senator (D) | "I will do Ed, I wil— ”

| Sanderson was interrupted by the President of the Senate, Arnold P. Benson, a Republican from Batavia. |

    | ARNOLD BENSON, Illinois Senate President (R ) | "The regular session of the 50th General Assembly will please come to order. Will the members please be at their desks? In place of invocation, the Senate will observe a moment of silence in respect for the lives lost during this Second Great War. Please feel free to reflect or pray silently during this time”

| Members of the Illinois Senate would observe a moment of silence, remembering the lives lost at Pearl Harbour at the hands of the Japanese. |

    | ARNOLD BENSON, Illinois Senate President (R) | "Please remain standing for the Pledge of Allegiance. Senator Barrett, please lead us in the pledge . . .”

SMITHS DINER, DOWNTOWN
SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS, Paramountica — AFTERNOON

| Following the conclusion of the Illinois State Senate session, Bennett and Sanderson made their way downtown to the Smith’s Diner. What exactly was Barrett planning to disclose? Not wanting to speak on private matters in the senate was understandable, but this felt more . . . serious. James and Ed took their seats in the diner, the young senator called the waiter over to order a soda. |

    | EDWARD J. BARRETT, Illinois State Senator (D) |”Nice place, you been here before?”

    | JAMES SANDERSON, Illinois State Senator (D) | "Yeah I come here occasionally, now . . . what is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

    | EDWARD J. BARRETT, Illinois State Senator (D) |”Can we at least eat firs — ”

    | JAMES SANDERSON, Illinois State Senator (D) | "Nah Ed, I wanna know now”

| Barrett let out a defeated sigh and leant back in the diner seat, with his hands firmly presiding on the back of his head. |

    | EDWARD J. BARRETT, Illinois State Senator (D) |”Ahh, fine. Might as well let it out, I wanted you to be the first to know that I’m not standing in my seat for the local elections - this political business. . . I’m just too old for this kid. I’m retiring. But before I do, I want to endorse you for the Federal Senate elections in November. You’ve got some potential kid. You’re young, and you have a hell of a growing fan base”

| Sanderson was taken aback by such news, he had lost his prized real estate within the Illinois State Senate but gained a powerful endorsement for an even greater prize at the same time .. . the House of Representatives.. |

    | JAMES SANDERSON, Illinois State Senator (D) | "I . . I don’t know what to say Ed, are you sure about retiring? I’m honoured and all for the endorsement, a little surprised to be honest. I’ve never considered the November elections, I mean I’d need to hand myself to the democratic primaries . . . you think I could win?”

    | EDWARD J. BARRETT, Illinois State Senator (D) |”I wouldn’t endorse you if I thought I was betting on a losing horse, James. You’ll do just fine.”

TO BE CONTINUED

    JULY 1942
    ALBACETE , CASTILLA-LA MANCHA — SPANISH REPUBLIC

      |EL MUNDO EN GUERRA: TRATADO DE ALBACETE FIRMADO

      |EL MÓN EN GUERRA: TRACTAT D'ALBACETE SIGNAT

      |THE WORLD AT WAR: TREATY OF ALBACETE SIGNED

Catalonia’s declaration of sovereignty and its exit from the Spanish Republic came at a trying time for a country reeling from the civil war and on edge due to war in Europe. Such an act infuriated the President of the Republic, who had attempted to draw the undivided attention of the government to potentially supporting the allied war effort. Despite the fury of the president, in reality he was in little position to object to the sovereignty declaration of the region. Spain was in no position to commit troops to a region well endowed with military experience, and he lacked the public support for another conflict in Iberia. Attempts to negotiate outside of the discussion of sovereignty and in relation to support a war effort would fall on death ears as the President of the Government of Catalonia refused any such meeting without recognition of the region's uncontested sovereignty. Weeks of stalled negotiations would eventually come to an end as the frail Spanish Republic and its nerve-shocked president would finally come to terms with the reality of the situation. An agreement between Madrid and Barcelona would be reached, but on conditions that would satisfy Madrid. Conditions however did not matter, as Companys and his new republic, after centuries of occupation, would be free from Madrid.

The agreement reached between the two was fairly simple. The Government of Spain would recognise the legitimacy of Catalonia’s declaration, and forever drop claims to the region. Catalonia would further agree to provide no verbal, material or covert support for “rogue sovereigntist” movements in Spain, and would enshrine in its constitution the protection of minority language rights, principally those of Castilian speaking citizens. In terms of the ongoing conflict in Europe, Catalonia along with Spain will place troops of its nascent armed forces at the Pyrenees and agreed to common defence throughout the duration of the war. A separate agreement on non-aggression would also be signed, however the agreement recognising Catalonia’s sovereignty would be of satisfaction to the Spanish government. Even with so-called conditions, the agreement would satisfy the newborn Catalan authorities, who had successfully managed to gain its independence. With said agreement signed, a new state enters the world confident in its ability to play an important role in international affairs, and ready to join the cause in defeating global fascism.

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