9Journal entry#1135
October 25th, 1968
I still can't believe it.
These Imperials were tough alright, but despite having advanced technology, their tactics surely didn't receive the memo and as such we pulled off a rather easy victory.
The only challenges that the Earth Coalition Forces faced was the Fortress we needed to capture and Rakton, but we had adapted and overcome the opposition like we Earthlings always do.
Speaking of the Fortress, I bumped into Sara of all things...The odds of that happening were slim and she was not in the mood to see me.
Yeah...I didn't expect to shoot her and hopefully she's doing alright.
And this pathetic piece of filth, Harkun, got what he deserved after treating children (and Sara of course) as slaves...That disgusting pig will not be a overseer anymore after what I done to him and I'm positive that he is currently in a place worse than Hell itself.
Well, anyway, Sara was taken prisoner and handed over to the Pubs, yet she had somehow escaped...What is wrong with galactic security?...Next thing I know, John Dillinger himself will rise from the dead and rob banks in what the Republic calls the Core Worlds.
I...I'm still unsure of my feelings towards her...Sara was the one , yet she wasn't completely honest, and as such, I'm also still not sure if I'll ever trust her again.
I hope that she realize that I did everything for her and as such, even if I never encounter her again, she at least have something to remember me by.
Well. Lesson learned. Don't trust a redhead from outerspace with a fake American sounding, but actually has a Space British, accent ...Stick with Earthlings.
The letters below were written in a language called German. The Meyer family was kind enough to provide translations of the correspondence between Jake and his Great Grandfather.
-Grandmaster Skywalker.
Letter from Acton, Indiana to Coruscant.
November 7th, 1968
Jake,
Ich möchte dich wissen lassen, dass ich stolz auf dich bin, mein Enkel.
Korriban ist ein beunruhigender Planet von dem, was meine alten Augen erzählen können und Walter Cronkite hat die Ursachen aufgelistet ... Es war überraschend leicht und diese Imperialen benutzten Taktiken, die mich während des Amerikanischen Bürgerkriegs an die Konföderierten erinnerten.
Deine Mutter geht es gut und natürlich, Opa Douglas, dieser alte Blässhuhn, will an der Front kämpfen. Sein schottischer Stolz holt das Beste aus ihm heraus und ich weiß, dass die Kampftage für diesen alten Deutschen erledigt sind.
Ich bin immer noch angewidert darüber, was das Vaterland während des Zweiten Weltkriegs geworden ist, und der antideutsche Empfindungsgeist während des Ersten Weltkriegs war im Land der Freien beunruhigend, aber ich bedauere es immer noch nicht, Amerikaner zu werden.
Bleib auf der sicheren Seite. Kämpfe hart und sorge dafür, dass die Sith eine Erfahrung machen, die sie verdienen, um mit der Erde zu spielen.
Ihr Erbe wird Ihnen gut dienen.
Großer Opa Wilhelm.
Private, D Company, 1. Bataillon, 32. Indiana (1. Deutscher) Freiwillige. (Ret.)
Translation of the letter from Acton, Indiana to Coruscant.
November 7th, 1968
Jake,
I want to let you know that I'm proud of you my grandson.
Korriban is a disturbing planet from what my old eyes can tell and Walter Cronkite listed the causalities...It was surprisingly light and those Imperials were using tactics that reminded me of the Confederates during the American Civil War.
Your mother is doing well and of course, Grandpa Douglas , that old coot, wants to fight on the frontlines. His Scottish pride is getting the best out of him and I know that the fighting days are done for this old German.
I still am disgusted at what the Fatherland became during the Second World War, and the anti-German sentient during the Great War was disturbing in the land of the Free, but I'm still have no regrets in becoming a American.
Stay safe out there. Fight hard and make sure to grant the Sith a experience they deserve for messing with Earth.
Your heritage will serve you well.
Great Grandpa Wilhelm.
Private, D Company, 1st Battalion, 32nd Indiana (1st German) Volunteers. (Ret.)
Letter from Coruscant to Acton, Indiana.
November 12th, 1968
Opa,
Diese kaiserlichen Abschaums haben nichts mit Erdlingen zu tun und ich war überrascht, wie entschlossen und stur sie alle kämpfen, ohne ihre Taktik zu ändern.
Wie das alte Sprichwort sagt: Wahnsinn macht das weiter und erwartet unterschiedliche Ergebnisse.
Sie sind verrückt und erinnern mich an die Banzai-Anklagen, die Onkel Jack und Stephan während ihrer Zeit im Pazifik trafen.
Wenn das Sith-Imperium so stur wie die Japaner ist, aber ähnlich wie Napoleon kämpft, bin ich zuversichtlich, dass dieser Krieg nicht lange dauern wird. Vielleicht ein Jahr höchstens ...
Ich frage mich, warum die Republik uns hereinbringen muss, wenn sie nur eine Taktikänderung braucht?
Zuerst waren es ich und meine Mitstreiter. Als nächstes kamen die Wild Weasels und Fallschirmjäger der All American 82 Airborne. Chesty gewährte den Kriminellen ein blaues Auge. Und Rommel schaffte es sogar, Rakton zu töten. Der alte Modeweg, der ist.
Ich kann immer noch nicht glauben, dass der Wüstenfuchs ein Duell mit Rakton hatte wie John Wayne in High Noon!
Schließlich entfesselten die Russen ihren Zorn und verbreiteten noch mehr Zerstörung und Terror für die bereits besiegten Weltraumfaschisten.
Mann. Ich fühle mich nicht schlecht für die Space Brits, da es ihre Wahl war, die uns zu ihrem heiligen Planeten führte.
Apropos, ich bin absolut davon überzeugt, dass die Imps ihre Entscheidung bereuen, in das Solensystem einzudringen, und sie werden unter der Botschaft leiden, die wir ihnen geschickt haben.
Ich wette sogar, dass dieser Darth Marr ihm die Hosen küsst, sobald er erfährt, was wir Erdlinge auf Korriban getan haben.
Kannst du mir auch einen Gefallen tun, Gramps?
Bitte setzen Sie Opa Cameron in eine gerade Jacke, wenn es sein muss, obwohl ich das Gefühl habe, dass Mom dafür gesorgt ist.
Jake
Translation of the letter from Coruscant to Acton, Indiana.
November 12th, 1968
Grandpa,
These Imperial scumbags have nothing on us Earthlings and I was surprised at how determined and stubborn they all fight without changing their tactics.
As the old saying goes: Insanity keeps doing that and expects different results.
They're crazy and it reminds me of the Banzai charges that Uncle Jack and Stephan encountered during their time in the Pacific.
If the Sith Empire is as stubborn as the Japanese, but fight similar to Napoleon, I'm confident that this war will not last long. Maybe a year at the most ...
I wonder why the Republic needs to bring us in if all they need was a change in tactics?
First, it was me and my fellow Marine Raiders. Next, the Wild Weasels and paratroopers of the All American 82nd Airborne came. Chesty granted the criminals a black eye. And Rommel even managed to kill Rakton. The old fashion way that is.
I still can not believe that the Desert Fox had a duel with Rakton like John Wayne in High Noon!
Finally, the Russians unleashed their wrath ... spreading even further destruction and terror for the already defeated space fascists.
Man. I do not feel bad for the Space Brits as it was their choice that brought us to their sacred planet.
Speaking of which, I am absolutely convinced that the Imps regret their decision to invade the Sol system, and they will suffer from the message that we sent them.
I'm even betting that this Darth Marr is shitting his pants the moment he learns about what we Earthlings did on Korriban.
Can you also do me a favor Gramps?
Please put Grandpa Cameron in a straight jacket if you have to, even though I have a feeling that Mom is taking care of it.
Jake
