Post by Iracundus on Sept 21, 2008 12:16:28 GMT -5
Here is the famous speech by our current Grand General and Monarch, Iracundus. It called for Reform in our Military Function, one that was passed and turned our military into the greatest in the world.
PEOPLE OF NILLEA.
I am General Iracundus of the Monarchy's Most Glorious Military Function. Except, when shown to the light, our Military Function isn't glorious. It's corrupted, ugly and inefficient! Every day, to the north and to the south I see it. I see my fellow generals behaving like sniveling cowards! They never fight side by side with their men. I do! They don't care about the lives of their men. I do! I make sure your fathers and your brothers and your sons come back home as gentlemen ready for a good life. The other generals teach them to be animals, worthy only of slaughter. They destroy them while they still live and breath!
Look to my right. These are my men. All of them are present. General Oswald to my left has six-thousand deaths, three-hundred missing, two-thousand wounded and seven-hundred absentees. Out of ten-thousand men, only one-thousand remain. He won his fight. He got his medals. But at the cost of six-thousand fathers, brothers and sons! I went in with three-thousand. I left with three-thousand. There has to be a prosecution of these murderers! There has to be reform!
People, Monarchs. Listen! Let me become the Grand General of the Military Function, let there be Military Colleges around our land! Let your father, brother or son win decisively! Let him come back home a honed, well-rounded man and not an animal! Make your choice. You can have twenty Oswalds, or you can have me.
To the south there is Garshay. It stood an historically important Empire and valuable trade partner before, but their vicious attacks on our land cost them our amiability. First General Reikhardt cost the lives of three-hundred thousand of our men over a twenty year period, and many, many more for the Empire. When I removed him from power with the permission of Our Most High Avaritia, he fled to Garshay to command it, as a traitor to our nation. He merely wanted more bloodshed. When I defeated him, he left a legacy of a battered and ravaged land, with open graves for too many men. This will never happen again. You will not see another Reikhardt in my lifetime.
The establishment of Military Colleges will mete out those incapable for the future Military Function and amplify those with the raw ability required to serve. They will be given top-notch education in exchange for their service, and to the best of my abilities, they will come home from battle to see their families. If this reform comes to pass, Generals like Oswald will be removed from power, allowing Avaritia, with my guidance, to pick new Generals that have the right sensibilities for the position.
I ask you, Nillea: can we actually handle more failure from our Function when Horgonia sees us as a potential target? I may have a played a part in the negation of their aggression, but they still have a vested interest in our land. Let the reform pass, and we will better equipped to strike fear into their hearts should they ever contemplate invasion.
I am General Iracundus of the Monarchy's Most Glorious Military Function. Except, when shown to the light, our Military Function isn't glorious. It's corrupted, ugly and inefficient! Every day, to the north and to the south I see it. I see my fellow generals behaving like sniveling cowards! They never fight side by side with their men. I do! They don't care about the lives of their men. I do! I make sure your fathers and your brothers and your sons come back home as gentlemen ready for a good life. The other generals teach them to be animals, worthy only of slaughter. They destroy them while they still live and breath!
Look to my right. These are my men. All of them are present. General Oswald to my left has six-thousand deaths, three-hundred missing, two-thousand wounded and seven-hundred absentees. Out of ten-thousand men, only one-thousand remain. He won his fight. He got his medals. But at the cost of six-thousand fathers, brothers and sons! I went in with three-thousand. I left with three-thousand. There has to be a prosecution of these murderers! There has to be reform!
People, Monarchs. Listen! Let me become the Grand General of the Military Function, let there be Military Colleges around our land! Let your father, brother or son win decisively! Let him come back home a honed, well-rounded man and not an animal! Make your choice. You can have twenty Oswalds, or you can have me.
To the south there is Garshay. It stood an historically important Empire and valuable trade partner before, but their vicious attacks on our land cost them our amiability. First General Reikhardt cost the lives of three-hundred thousand of our men over a twenty year period, and many, many more for the Empire. When I removed him from power with the permission of Our Most High Avaritia, he fled to Garshay to command it, as a traitor to our nation. He merely wanted more bloodshed. When I defeated him, he left a legacy of a battered and ravaged land, with open graves for too many men. This will never happen again. You will not see another Reikhardt in my lifetime.
The establishment of Military Colleges will mete out those incapable for the future Military Function and amplify those with the raw ability required to serve. They will be given top-notch education in exchange for their service, and to the best of my abilities, they will come home from battle to see their families. If this reform comes to pass, Generals like Oswald will be removed from power, allowing Avaritia, with my guidance, to pick new Generals that have the right sensibilities for the position.
I ask you, Nillea: can we actually handle more failure from our Function when Horgonia sees us as a potential target? I may have a played a part in the negation of their aggression, but they still have a vested interest in our land. Let the reform pass, and we will better equipped to strike fear into their hearts should they ever contemplate invasion.