Истории Partisan

A young Yugoslav Partisan defies her current orders to work with the Allies as a diplomat, landing her alongside Easy Company as they set out for Bastogne. * * * * * Julija Novak keeps a list in her pocket of names that she will never forget. Despite the blood stains, the wrinkles, the faded ink she knows them: her fallen comrades in the Yugoslav Partisans. From courier to political activist to armed rebel, she has worked since sixteen to free Europe. Now twenty, she's been asked to put down arms and take up the fight as a token of Yugoslavian victory by joining the allies in Paris as a diplomat. Julija is no diplomat. She is a soldier, a rebel, and now that she is alone, she intends to fight once more. Lucky for her, a brash American soldier named Bill Guarnere also wants out of the hospital. Not quite friends but not quite enemies, they will do whatever they can to ensure the other gets to keep fighting until every last Nazi is dead in the ground. * * * * * WWII Historical Fiction & Band of Brothers Fanfiction Bill Guarnere x OFC Coming 2026!

I'm a simple Orionite. Perhaps, I'm not. There's been a few Centuran and Forman wars happening here and there though, so I'm content. Content, at least, knowing I'm not getting drafted. But no. Orion had to fuck it up. Imperialism in 2028, really? Then I realised. Perhaps, I'm not even an Orionite. Perhaps, I'm a Piscan.

#1 in Leningrad War has come to the Soviet Union at last. On the night of June 22,1941 ,Adolf Hitler orders the Wehrmacht to breach the Treaty of Non-Aggression he signed with Stalin a couple years prior and invade his supposed ally. Soon, the former allies are bitter rivals bent on destroying one another. As the war comes to the doorstep of Viktor Dragunov , a young Red Army Captain, he must lead his troops, the Red Army's 76th Regiment, to victory not only to defeat the Nazis, but to protect all that he loves, including his home, family, and honor. As the Nazis conquer most of Western Europe, relentlessly bombarding the United Kingdom, the Soviet Army and their partisan allies seem to be alone in their fight against fascism, especially with the the American President declaring neutrality. Hope seems lost, but will Captain Dragunov, along with his lieutenant Sergei and the female partisan fighter who he develops feelings for, be able to overcome the greatest evil to take shape in the 20th century? Particularly when the outcome bears heavy consequences for the rest of the globe.

When Officer James Cudy is tasked to escort a scientist whose discovery could finally end the conflict with the partisans, he does so thinking that he was assigned due to how good an officer he is. But are things more complicated than they seem?

A bird which has been caged inside for years, what do you expect from her?

A story-teller summons a group of adventurers to help him seek a valuable treasure. The group of adventurers travel the lands to complete their quest and get paid. Behind the scenes, a crusade if working to figure out what has summoned a dark entity into their realm. Join the cast of Neutral Partisan as they are woven into an intricate tale of treasure, trials, deception, and the inevitable transformation into an unlikely group of heros.

The darts of booing came in torrents like the July rain As the President presented the national budget Unwarranted booing from an unexpected quarter The National Lawmakers became unlawful when honour called Turning the Hallowed Chamber into a hollow court Is it a congregation of unruly street urchins in a chamber for the nobles? Our distinguished and honourable compatriots desecrated The embodiment of our national integrity Political partisanship has blinded the reasoning of nation builders How did we get to this charade? Are we now a people of nation destroyers? Why has anarchy been let loose in the Chamber of purpose? Are the fathers not to train the children in the way they should go? What legacies are the youths of tomorrow being bequeathed? Is it a legacy of disjointed loyalty? Is it a legacy of lost tomorrow? Is it a legacy of bleak and blighted hope? Is it a country of disrespect for elders and institutions? Those who disgrace the Mace and Chamber do not deserve our accolade Those who acted like demented hoodlums at the market square Are not befitting of our song and chant Give us men and women of decorum in the next elections And not people that behave like the boisterous wind in the desert.

This is a collection of ancient works and texts written to guide brethren in the Holy Surpendom.

The second year of the world war was here, could we be nearing the end of this such hated war? Or could we be waiting for something that would never happen? All I know is that if I do my job here at the fort it 'should' go out well. -Pierre Zanchrov, January, 1940.