Gran-Occidentia
Establishing Nation
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- Aug 2, 2020
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Captain Carlos Montana had come to hate the jungle with a fierce passion, his fair complexion burnt easily in the sun and the countless insects seemed to find him a rare delicacy compared to his Metizo and Indigenous soldiers. Tall and skinny with thick glasses it was only his father's connections that had secured Carlos a place in the military, however it seemed that his father's influence had failed to get him posted anywhere near civilization. Although Carlos thought maybe that was the old bastard's plan to finally make a man of him.
He had been tasked with hunting down the Integralists who were supposedly infesting the jungles and mountains of Ixhuatán, however in close to six months he had yet to encounter so much as a trace of the fanatics. "Chasing ghosts.." he muttered staring out into the jungle, it was a calm night and from his position in the old fort's tower he could see for miles around "not that there's much to see" just jungle stretching out almost forever, only the great Occidental mountain range breaking up the monotony.
Hours later Carlos awoke from a fitful slumber, he never slept well" too fucking humid". Carlos half imagined he could hear something out in the jungle, only every so often when the wind shifted...it sounded or maybe he thought it sounded he couldn't be sure but it sounded like a hymn, though he couldn't place it the song played on his mind, but eventually sleep overtook him once more.
It was closer now, the hymn...and he was certain it was a hymn now, out there in the jungle somewhere there was singing" and the only one's out there would be" it was then that it hit him... " Onward christian soldiers marching as to war". He looked out at the old fort, crumbling walls overgrown with creeping vines and only fifty men to hold it,
He could see them now, marching out of the jungle rank upon rank, banners unfurled, ragged but with heads held high and with voices clear" On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory".
Carlos ran out into the courtyard, where his men where waiting" To arms men! For the Re...". Hot lead scythed through his thin frame and cut his words short. As he lay dying he watched as his men tore off their insignia's, opened the gate and joined their comrades as they marched through
" Brothers lift your voices, loud your anthems raise".
He had been tasked with hunting down the Integralists who were supposedly infesting the jungles and mountains of Ixhuatán, however in close to six months he had yet to encounter so much as a trace of the fanatics. "Chasing ghosts.." he muttered staring out into the jungle, it was a calm night and from his position in the old fort's tower he could see for miles around "not that there's much to see" just jungle stretching out almost forever, only the great Occidental mountain range breaking up the monotony.
Hours later Carlos awoke from a fitful slumber, he never slept well" too fucking humid". Carlos half imagined he could hear something out in the jungle, only every so often when the wind shifted...it sounded or maybe he thought it sounded he couldn't be sure but it sounded like a hymn, though he couldn't place it the song played on his mind, but eventually sleep overtook him once more.
It was closer now, the hymn...and he was certain it was a hymn now, out there in the jungle somewhere there was singing" and the only one's out there would be" it was then that it hit him... " Onward christian soldiers marching as to war". He looked out at the old fort, crumbling walls overgrown with creeping vines and only fifty men to hold it,
He could see them now, marching out of the jungle rank upon rank, banners unfurled, ragged but with heads held high and with voices clear" On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory".
Carlos ran out into the courtyard, where his men where waiting" To arms men! For the Re...". Hot lead scythed through his thin frame and cut his words short. As he lay dying he watched as his men tore off their insignia's, opened the gate and joined their comrades as they marched through
" Brothers lift your voices, loud your anthems raise".