It started over a Caterpillar.
The line was drawn and there was no turning back.
My troops moved into Iceland, Scandinavia and Great Britain. We sent small detachments to Eastern Australia, Japan and China. The guys were excited. They had never been to so many exotic places.
Our Base Camp was stationed in South America. Nice weather. We lost a few of the younger guys to Malaria early on and Billy choked on a tree frog, but my troops were tough. They forged on. With the Borders of Brazil and Venezuela heavily fortified, We attacked Central America.
The Battle was won quickly; their forces were small, and high on Cocaine.
Leaving a large garrison of men in Brazil, Our generals decided, unanimously, to attack the Eastern United states. We suffered heavy casualties, but in the end, justice prevailed.
Rejuvenated by their victory, Our troops moved in on The western half of the United States.
From across the world we heard news that the opposing forces now held Australia, Europe and Africa. It was daunting news, but the troops held strong. Except Johnny. He's always been high strung.
The enemy attacked us at dawn and our losses were great. Upon learning that Our European troops had been defeated, we retreated to South America.
One Hundred and seven men stood strong. The last line of defense against tyranny.
The Bastard controlled the rest of the world with an plastic fist.
"But..It looked cuter that way.."
Logic has no place in a board game.