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Message: <blockquote data-quote="vonhist" data-source="post: 6136334" data-attributes="member: 38252">[h=3]<a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1117201778/all-quiet-on-the-martian-front-miniature-tanks-vs/posts/489734" target="_blank">B.E.F. Arrives in New York!</a>[/h]Teddy Roosevelt stood upon the balcony and watched the crowd wave and cheer at what seemed like teaming masses of troops of the B.E.F. as they marched down Broadway. The crowd was interesting in its own right to the careful observer. They just weren’t Americans. This was New York City. The streets were lined with thousands and thousands of immigrants who had come there looking for a brighter future - Italy, Ireland, Greece, Germany, China- in fact , people from all over the globe. It was as if humanity itself was represented. Cheering. Cheering for salvation from the inhuman monsters that had come from another world. Teddy was also waving with the crowd with his signature grin stretching from ear to ear. Those closest to him could tell that grin was just a little more pronounced. “Bully, bully indeed” he repeatedly muttered, from time to time, as a new unit appeared.While the public, and even most of his cabinet did not know was that this was the most cheerful Teddy had been in many months.  The War, in truth, was going badly. True, the army had rallied after its shocking losses and initial defeats. True, the entire country, every man, woman and child was working, always working, night and day to rush materials to the Front. Training centers everywhere were turning every able bodied man in America into soldiers from the age of 16 to 55. So many scientists, inventors, industrialists - all were throwing everything they could at the “Martian” problem. Old political rivalries were even pushed to the side in the great struggle.All of that, and daily sacrifices from everyone, and yet America was losing. The Canadians’ were losing. Teddy knew it and the generals knew it. Did the Martians? They had stopped at the Mississippi river for the most part and, though new attacks sprung up along the line every week, the Martians weren’t pressing to hard. The great military minds and Teddy had come to one conclusion. The Martians were consolidating and preparing for the Big Push. The final push. Reports from the occupied territories clearly indicated they were very busy. Cylinders were still falling every night.Despite the relationship that had been deepening between America and the UK after the First Martian War, Teddy’s efforts to get real help in the form of men and materials had been hard. The British were very grateful for all the help America had given them in rebuilding, especially since so little had come from Europe, but England was hard pressed to hold onto their Empire. In India, the Martians were barely being held at bay by the forces of the Common Wealth. Hong Kong had fallen and all of North Africa including the Sudan and Egypt. At home, the British were even more nervous. What if cylinders fell there? What if France or Germany decided to strike while the UK was so hard pressed?The British did commit to their American allies in the end. The BEF had arrived and, in all its technological wonder, was driving down Broadway. As spectacular as the sight of the new Imperial and Kitchener tanks were, as impressive as the trotting lines of Sikh horseman were,  the marvel of the Gyro tanks, the sound of the bagpipes, Teddy couldn’t  help but wonder in the end. His trademark grinned faded, if just for a moment.  Would it be enough?[ATTACH]57530[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

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