A House Divided Can Stand Alone: A TL

The Dude

Banned
Battle of Plovdiv

By August 15th, the British Salonika Expeditionary Force had reached the Bulgarian city of Plovdiv in record time. This was mainly because Bulgarian troops were distracted in Eastern Serbia, preventing them from attacking the advancing British. However, by the 15th they had managed to turn around and face the invaders. Therefore, it was decided to fortify Plovdiv in preparation for a Bulgarian attack that was almost certain to come. 150,000 British soldiers, most of them from India, were facing Bulgarians that had almost twice the manpower. Supplies, fortunately, were not too limited. The Greeks had been a great help in this campaign, and the Battle of Plovdiv was no exception. They should have enough supplies to hold out until the rest of the British arrived. Disease, however, was still a problem. Fortunately, if anything it was more of a problem to the Bulgarians. In the summer, Plovdiv often was beset by mosquitoes. The Indians were used to dealing with mosquitoes, while most of the Bulgarians were not.


However, one thing the British did not expect was an attack delaying reinforcements. Most of the British Expeditionary Force was in the city of Peshtera. The Bulgarians also led a somewhat smaller force there. Though this army had little hope of victory, it would significantly slow down help to the army in Plovdiv. At this point, there wasn't much hope for the Indians trapped in Plovdiv among the British High Command. It would take at least a month to reinforce them, and the British didn't have that much faith in the Indians. However, many people have underestimated colonial troops in the past. Things weren't over for the Indians in Plovdiv yet.....

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August 19th, Plovdiv, Bulgaria

Captain Omaha Rajput did not like fighting in Plovdiv. This is not to say he did not like fighting; no, he quite enjoyed developing battle plans for his unit. This is also not to imply he didn't like Plovdiv; he loved it, and that was precisely why he did not like fighting there. The thought of shells and bombs destroying the beautiful architecture damn near broke his heart. The ancient cities were just too beautiful for that, in his opinion.

He was sitting in the Church of the Holy Mother of God, looking at an inscription on the belfry. He was told it read

"In memory of the liberators".

He was also told this was to commemorate the liberation of Plovdiv from the Turks by the Russians. Looking at Bulgaria's current diplomatic situation with both nations, Rajput found this bitterly funny.

Suddenly, one of his soldiers spoke up from the church tower.
"Sir!", shouted Ranga, their slender sniper, from the church tower.

"Bulgarians, coming this way from the East!"

"Alright men, get out there and take positions! Ranga, pick them off from a distance! The rest of you, find some cover and start shooting! Go!"

Rajput himself began crouching behind a wall right next to the stairs. He poked his head above his position to find the Bulgarians were quickly advancing up the stairs. He aimed his Lee-Enfield rifle at one man and fired. Then, he ducked back down just in time to see returning fire traveling through the space where his head occupied moments before.

Then, he heard the distinctive chatter of a Vickers machine gun. The church, being a rather important objective, had one of the precious few machine guns in the area. Within a minute or two, the attacking Bulgarians had been repelled.

Onkar, the big, bearded, burly man of the group, began to speak.

"Captain,", he said, "can we pursue them?"

"No, Onkar. We were given orders to hold this church, and that's what we'll be doing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir", Onkar replied in an annoyed voice, and then stepped away, grumbling.

"Be glad we get to keep this position, Onkar. This is one of the few places the Bulgarians aren't willing to shell."

He then stepped inside to admire the glasswork of the church windows.

"At least the warring powers have the good sense not to destroy this", he thought to himself.
 
Good update. Although the Bulgarians might try and organize something resembling partisan resistance if they have no forces to directly engage the taskforce.
 
A Soldier with an eye for architecture ^^.
Great update.
Speaking of India, will there be something like the Hindu-German conspiracy? And The Easter Rising/IRA in Ireland?
 

The Dude

Banned
Good update. Although the Bulgarians might try and organize something resembling partisan resistance if they have no forces to directly engage the taskforce.
They might.
Oh, and by the way, the current force we're following is Sikh, in case I didn't state that before.

A Soldier with an eye for architecture ^^.
Great update.
Speaking of India, will there be something like the Hindu-German conspiracy? And The Easter Rising/IRA in Ireland?
The Hindu-German Conspiracy? Possibly. A Hindu-Muslim co-uprising in India would be interesting, with the Muslims agitated by Mehmed V's Jihad.

As for the Easter Uprising, that is also entirely within the realm of possibility.
 
Looks good, although as far as Muslims being agitated by the Ottoman jihad, that didn't really happen in OTL, so why would it happen ITTL?
 

The Dude

Banned
More Salonika

The front in Macedonia and Kosovo, which was being pursued by the French, was going rather well. The goal was to have the Serbian royal family, government, and people escape into Albania, where they would be evacuated via several ports into the Adriatic, where they would be guarded from Austro-Hungarian and Italian navies by the Royal Navy. The French had, with some difficulty, moved through the mountain passes of Macedonia and into Kosovo, where most of the Serbians were fleeing. The French soldiers, who were mostly colonial, preformed heroically. One group, the 16th Indochinese Regiment, who held a pass near Damjane for several months, is a particularly good example. Though they were, for the most part, cut off from supply, they still gave some of their medicine, food, and water to the starved and diseased Serbians. Many of them were awarded medals by the Serbian government in exile.

While the French were aiding the Serbians in Kosovo, the British were busy advancing towards the Bulgarian Black Sea Coast. After defeating the Bulgarian assault at Peshtera, they moved on to relieve the beset Indian soldiers in Plovdiv.

August 31st, 1913. Plovdiv, Bulgaria

Earlier that day, a bullet had struck the stained glass windows of the church. Specifically, the nativity scene was destroyed; the bullet had hit the Baby Jesus dead-on.

Rajput considered the symbolism of this. As he understood, the Baby Jesus was often used as a symbol for innocence in western literature.

He pondered this for a moment, and then decided it sounded like overwrought symbolism from a bad novel of some sort. He stepped away from the church pews and out into the sunshine of the warm August day.

He had a decent enough vantage point of the city; he could see some small fires in the distance, as well as a few wrecked buildings. The team's sniper, Ranga, was busy shooting at some pigeons.

"Ranga!", he shouted.

"Yes, sir?", the slender sniper responded.

"Don't waste your ammunition on simple birds! We need those bullets for the Bulgarians!"

"Sorry, sir", he said, and began looking away from the pigeons.

Raj, the team's communications specialist, suddenly barged in.

"Sir! The British are coming!"

"What do you mean, Raj? We do not have a telegraph or wireless set with us. How would you know?"

"A messenger just stopped by to tell us! He told us to meet in the city square!"

Rajput turned to face the rest of the men.

"We're not going."

"What!? Why not!?", one man shouted.

"It is rather obviously a trap. The Bulgarians control the streets of the city; we all know this. How could they send a message through? If the British want to rescue us, then let them get us in this church."

He then turned to Onkar, the big, musclebound man of the unit.

"Onkar, do you think you could cut down those trees over there?", he said, pointing to a small grouping of trees.

"Yes, sir, but why?"

"Smoke signals. Most of the captains are trained to understand them. Hopefully, they will see ours in time. Now hurry, everybody, grab an axe! Lives are at stake here!"

In four hours, they had a nice fire going and were sending out their message. Unfortunately, the sun was going down. Hopefully, they could alert at least one other unit of the trap.
 

The Dude

Banned
Nice. Although I wonder if they didn't have flares, or if they couldn't burn furniture, like the church pews.
Can you send specific messages (i.e: its a trap) via flares?

Oh, and they didn't burn the pews because the commander likes architecture and such, of course!
 

The Dude

Banned
On The Road To Varna

Plovdiv was a very important battle in Captain Omaha Rajput's career. Most of the other regiments scattered throughout Plovdiv were packing up and getting ready to go when they saw his message. Most of the troops were still intact by the time reinforcements arrived, preventing the British from having to re-take the city.

Now, it was September 11th, and Rajput was riding a truck through the city of Stara Zagora. They hadn't encountered much resistance since then; a good deal of the Bulgarian army was routed at Peshtera and Plovdiv, and the rest was too busy fighting in Russia and Serbia to be of much help.

His truck ride wasn't the most pleasant. The roads were little more than glorified rocks hammered into the ground. His spine must be nothing but dust by now.

He was told that they should reach Varna in a month at the maximum. There was only one mountain range in the way at this point, and he was just about to reach it. He hoped that the Bulgarian Army was still too weak to conduct any attacks; to make sure, the French had launched a limited attack towards Sofiya. It should be enough, he was told. Rajput wasn't so sure.

Rats!

Jacques Durand had begun to get used to life in the trenches. The attacks only came once every few days, once a week if you were lucky, and the gas masks weren't too terrible once you adapted to them. Having to constantly go back to the secondary trenches when an artillery shell came out of nowhere was Hell, though.

The worst part was that you never knew when the next barrage would strike. The thought that a shell could come down and ruin your day at any time was terrifying.

Another thing Jacques hated was the rats. It seemed as though they were everywhere, always eating your rations, hiding in your beads, spreading god knows what.

While Jacques was thinking about what he didn't like about the trenches, Sergeant Marquis approached him.

"Damn rats are leaving the trench, running behind us. Good riddance, I say."

"You said it, Captain."

But then, Jacques paused. Why would the rats be leaving? There isn't as much food or places to sleep in the secondary trenches. Then, it hit him.

If the rats weren't running to get something, then that meant they must be running away from something.

"Everybody!", he shouted. "We need to get back to the secondary trenches! Fast!"

Despite Captain Marquis' protests, everybody immediately rushed to the secondary trench. When they finally got there, Marquis was furious.

"What the Hell was that abou-"

He was suddenly cut off as an artillery shell hit the primary trench.

"How the hell did you know that was going to happen, Durand?"

"Simple. The rats ran away a few moments before I left the signal. There isn't as much food or shelter in the secondary trench, so they must have been fearing something. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't wise to say around any longer."

Marquis looked flabbergasted.

"Well, in the future, Durand, give me your crazy ideas before you begin shouting them to the world! Am I clear!?"

"Yes, captain."

"Good. Now everyone, get back to your posts."

Jacques did as told and sat down next to one of the machine guns. After some thinking, he decided he didn't hate rats anymore.


 
Heh. Although truth be told, in OTL the site of a rat could sometimes be pleasing to a trench infantryman--it meant extra rations.
 
Interesting, is Rajput a muslim or a hindu?

I think Rajput is a muslim name, I looked it up for the GIW RP, but I'm not sure.
 
Neither; he's a Sikh.

Omaha is a Sikh name, and so is Rajput. It could also be a Muslim name, though.

The name Rajput is Hindi in origin. I'd imagine it's something you can find in both India and Pakistan, so it's not exactly got a single connotation I believe.
 

The Dude

Banned
Varna and the Beginning of Something Big

On September 29th, after a long, hard slog through the mountains of Bulgaria, British colonial troops finally arrived in Varna. The mission had been a success; the Russians had won the Battle of Odessa and recaptured parts of Moldavia. The Turks were completely cut off from European supplies, necessitating an industrial mobilization campaign similar to the one Russia was attempting at the time. Unfortunately, the Turks did not have much to begin with. The campaign would require moving large amounts of tribal peoples and farmers into the cities, as well as building new factories to supply everything from ammunition to clothing. It would be difficult, and some called it impossible, but the Turks knew that they were doomed if they didn't.

Meanwhile, quite a few British planners were elated by the success of the campaign. They had been planning on something big to knock Turkey out of the war, and the victory at Salonika finally allowed them to go through with their plans. Several old battleships, as well as the prototype Queen Elizabeth dreadnought, would cover a whole lot of minesweepers. The goal was to clear the Dardanelles so battleships could pass through and shell Istanbul, as well as resupply Russia. There was one problem; mobile batteries could destroy the minesweepers and move before the battleships could retaliate. This issue was solved by adding a proposal of landing troops onto the Gallipoli peninsula to get up-to-date coordinates for the mobile batteries; when the coordinates were received, zeppelin bombers escorted by airplanes would be sent to destroy the target. It all looked like a perfect plan, until a young general in Mesopotamia made himself known.

Mustafa Kemal, despite his talent for command, was relegated to the Mesopotamian front against British Kuwait, a theater that, at the very best, could be described as a sideshow of a sideshow. Still, he managed to outwit and outmaneuver his opponents in the relatively small theater, nearly managing to drive the British out of Kuwait altogether. The newspapers on Fleet Street named him the "Turkish Tiger", and the planners of the Dardanelles theater nearly had a heart attack when they heard of him. A good general could turn their perfect plan into a disaster. They came close to calling off the whole mission, when First Lord of the Admiralty Winston Churchill proposed an unorthodox method of dealing with the problem in this famous, possibly false quote:
"Well, why don't we just kill him?"

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Damascus, Syria, October 23rd, 1913

"You want us to what!?", Lawrence shouted into the telephone.

"No", the officer assigning them the job explained, "we've secured a.... third party contractor to do the job. He's a Persian sharpshooter and assassin. Very mysterious."

Lawrence buried his head in his hands.

"This sounds like something out of a bad pulp novel....."

"Well, I do understand that Churchill is a very fond reader of some men's magazines, but that's entirely beside the point. What we need you to do is pick this man up and escort him to and from his destination safely. Am I understood?"

Lawrence sighed.

"Yes, I understand the mission."

"Ah, very good. The Lord of the Admiralty sends his regards."

He then abruptly hung up.

Just then, the young Roosevelt walked in.

"What's the mission now?"

"That bloody loon Churchill wants us to off some Turkish general."

"That sort of sounds like a story in a men's magazine I once read."

Lawrence buried his face in his hands again.
 
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