I found the gin, so don't be worried. Yo, remember that time when the US almost took Canada in a snowstorm but didn't because of a lack of gin? Ok, well not that, but gin probably would've helped.
So it's 1775, like it often is in my stories. Convenient that way. Here's the sitch, frens. Shit is Poppin all the fuckin way off around these here colonies. Like. Poppin. Off. There's all this talk of liberty and shit and someone's like, "yo, do you think Canada wanna join?"
The Continental Congress goes to ol Georgie thicc thighs Washington and is all "we got that Canada lust" and GTTW is all "I feel ya" and sends off general Richie Montgomery, an Irish born former British officer, to push up that Champlain valley to schwack Montreal
Montgomery, he gets all hung the fuck up besieging St Jean and other shit, while telling all the quebecois that they're totally better off in this patriot thing. And the quebecois are totes about pissing off the Brits but aren't sure about these bostonais
So ol Georgie gives permission to some Connecticut merchant called Benedict Arnold to run off thru the Maine wilderness to try to get into Quebec's back door
Hahahahahaha back door
Anyways. That plan goes to SHIT because of weather and terrain and, well, shit
Monty finally busts thru St Jean and takes Montreal with his half starved and naked force and is like "ok Continental Congress, these people are confusing, can you send someone here to do the politics so I can fight a war" and the CC is all "no, do it all, k thx bai"
So Montgomery tries to do it all and makes a bunch of promises which Montreal isn't super sure about and he gets some help but not as much as he hopes for. Meanwhile, general guy Carlton, royal governor, narrowly avoids capture and sneaks his ass back into Quebec from Montreal
Carlton gets into Quebec and finds like five old ladies, a cat, a few regulars, some angry scots, and some sailors. So, needless to say, he's super optimistic that he can hold this walled sonofabitch against whatever weird stuff the Yankees bring against it
But ol dude wasn't betting on the 500 starving bedraggled fuckin weirdos who emerge from the Maine woods with benny Arnold and Daniel "fuck right off" Morgan. Like, shit, these dudes are basically skeletons but also operational af and cross the st Lawrence start the mf siege
Montgomery shows up in December with another like 800 dudes and some clothing other than rags which is super dope. So Monty and Benny r tryna figure a way into Quebec because they don't have the gunpowder or math for a siege. Gotta have math for a siege. That's just the law
It's like Christmas and whatever and the Americans are all ready to attack before the smallpox sets in because you know it's gonna, it's the 1700s, that's what happens. But the weather doesn't work out. What Monty wants is a damn good storm. To get that obscuration on lock
And you, a rational, sober person are like, ASO, why can't they wait till spring when it's not, you know GODDAM WINTER AND SHIT because Canada is like north Americas Russia or something and don't start a land war on the st Lawrence or whatever
Well, thereS a big old PROBLEM
That problem is that the Continental Army's enlistments all run out on Jan 1, 1776 and everyone turns into a pumpkin and as we all know, pumpkins can't fight unless it's the great pumpkin or whatever
So Monty and Benny gotta move fast. Weather happens on Dec 31. Much weather
They get their snowstorm which is cool coz now everyone can attack under cover. Monty leads a column to hit Quebec city from the south, Benny and wild man Morgan from the north, while some folks stay in the center and make a lotta noise to try to fool guy
Guy doesn't fool
All the bells ring in Quebec city as the Americans start shooting guns and then the roosters crow and there's a lotta noise, whatever. But Benny and his boys bust thru the north gate and are in the city and there's some wicked hahd fightin there, son
Then Monty and his bois come running round from the south, bust thru a gate, and then Monty loses his head
Literally
Along with most of the rest of himself, due to a cannon blast. That'll do that to ya.
The column, now under the command of a Colonel, says "deuces" and drops outta the fight. Carleton suddenly realizes he can concentrate all his boom boom on one spot and sends his troops to confront the Virginians and Pennsylvanians making a ruckus in the lower town
Morgan gets his self captured and Benny gets wounded and it's cold and the defenders are housed on Molson and fortified with Timmy Hortons and there's not a dunks for a hundred miles and the attack, well
It kinda slows down into a defeat
And that's how we were one cannon shot away from Canada becoming the land of Dunkin donuts and Budweiser
Perish the thought. We need our weird friends up north to be, well, our weird friends up north
As it's just about midnight, here's a toast to our Canadian friends
Watching Force Awakens again and damn, why hasn't First Order tactical doctrine taught them to dismount their landing craft on the OPPOSITE side from enemy fire?
They need a doctrine update for their joint forcible entry, smh
If Patton had been a stormtrooper, he would've designed armor just like Phasma's, and you know it
Kylo Ren losing his shit over here like it's the last day in the box at NTC and he's the s-3 who hasn't slept the whole time and takes out his anger on the 6
This would explain why we always had about 15 dogs when I was growing up...
It's really, really, really a massive relief to find out that your dad wasn't a racist in 1956. Racism was never anything he modeled when I was growing up, but it's good to see it in his letters that he is disgusted with the actions of white southerners while he's at UNC
When my dad wrote, sarcastically, "The south is on the move" and put an arrow pointing to "south" with the caption "not worth capitalizing" he was commenting on the actions of students at the University of Alabama on Feb 7, '56 re: Autherine Lucy, a Black coed
ok so i know it's been a hot minute since i yeeted this meme into the internet but i've only just now had enough bourbon to explain it in its full glory
right, so this whole story revolves around my dude clarence ransom edwards from the great STATE OF OHIO. Born in the Land of Cleve, he's a bit of an irascible SOB, so I guess that's why he runs of to West Point to do whatever it is that they do there to make ossifers
My boi doesn't go great at the point of west. Like, not great at all. Fully last in his class. And not gonna lie, kinda respect him for that
the reason? Dude has a tongue sharper than a razor and isn't cray about the rules. Which yeah, would make time at WP pretty tough
Looking forward to reenacting 1986 when states who didn't want to their troops deployed outside the US suddenly discovered that the DOD was very willing to let them do whatever they wanted...minus, you know, all the federal equipment and money that the states relief on
Weirdly, states backed down when they realized, "oh, yeah, we'd actually have to pay for stuff if we went rogue"
Not sure how many people realize that since legislation in 1903, 1916, & 1920, states don't really pay much towards their National Guard
Court cases followed, namely Perpich vs DOD, but the states kept losing. Also, Congress passed the Montgomery Act that said governors didn't have a say in the deployment of their troops under federal authorities, since all Guard troops have dual status under the law