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The Wall Street Journal Headquarters.
“Seven thousand?”
I was astonished to see the telegrams sent by war correspondents to the Wall Street Journal headquarters. I thought that the US Army would withdraw in shock if it was baptized by the machine gun, but the Cuban Expeditionary Force was still pushing its soldiers into their limbs.
However, due to the media control of the Ministry of War, proper reports were not flowing.
The Cuban Expeditionary Force Command is reorganizing as soon as the units in the front are annihilated or revived and joining the follow-up units. The unofficial death toll is estimated at 7,000.
– Cuba Expeditionary Force Special Reporting Team.
James was astonished.
“What the hell is this…”
“Their headquarters are in the rear, and the line infantry and cavalry generation are the mainstream. In short, I have the idea that even if I get shot, I can move forward.”
It was the US Army that endlessly pushed its soldiers into the Hindenburg Ship during World War I. As long as they win, the soldiers will think that it doesn’t matter how much they sacrifice.
In fact, there was no way to break through the trenches.
“Due to the interlocking rainy season, the trees were overgrown and the trenches could not be seen, and the artillery fired artillery, but it was said that they stopped because of the misinformation of the allies.”
is annihilation
In military terms, annihilation usually means when 20% or 10% of power is lost, or when military operations become impossible.
70,000 troops were dispatched, but the unofficial death toll is already 7,000, so it is annihilation.
‘It wasn’t unexpected, but you bastards… it’s coming out like this in the end. ‘
“James. Contact the North American Red Cross.”
“Are you the Red Cross?”
“We have to reduce the number of casualties somehow. And if we gather medical volunteers and publish the medical campaign in newspapers, public opinion will be neutralized.”
The North American Red Cross is now struggling with a lack of donations and medical volunteers. It was good that Clara Barton, the founder of the North American Red Cross, brought the Red Cross model to the United States, but her lack of management skills was on the path of collapse of the North American Red Cross.
So, if you pay huge donations and attract medical volunteers across the country, my hedge fund and I will be able to breathe life into the North American Red Cross.
“By the way, is it okay if I call you suddenly without prior notice?”
“It doesn’t matter. When the North American Red Cross established its headquarters in Washington, D.C., it was funded by President John Davidson Rockefeller.”
“…..!!!”
“I must first write a letter to President Rockefeller.”
In order to save at least one more Cuban expeditionary force and to neutralize anti-war opinion through medical service, it is necessary to pour as much medical support as possible.
“But, Master, if we need medical support, can’t we take over the hospital and send our own medical support? Don’t you have enough funds and newspapers?”
“Countries that are members of the International Committee of the Red Cross are obliged to recognize and protect the neutrality of wounded soldiers and medical volunteers under the Geneva Conventions in Switzerland. But will the Spanish Empire attack them? To receive some criticism from the international community.”
The International Red Cross has a good cause.
Hospital ships of the general army were often attacked and sunk by enemy countries, but it is risky to aim a gun at those operating with the Red Cross logo.
“It is more likely to use a shield called the Red Cross to save lives.”
– To President John Davidson Rockefeller.
I immediately wrote to President Rockefeller of New York to arrange negotiations with the Red Cross, and I was able to negotiate with the Red Cross in Washington DC without difficulty.
Rockefeller, who retired from front-line management, was doing charity work, so he willingly accepted it.
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Sponsorship for the North American Red Cross will be left up to you. You may borrow my name. Just make sure you do it.
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Washington DC
As always with neoclassical architecture, the headquarters of the North American Red Cross looks like the Parthenon, like the New York Stock Exchange or Federal Hall.
But the person we’re meeting today isn’t our founder, Clara Barton. She was an ardent leader in the faction opposite her.
“It’s a Mabel Boardman. I heard from President Rockefeller. He said he wanted to support the Cuban Expeditionary Force for medical support.”
Mable Boardman.
Her family was a politician from Ohio, with strong links to the Tafts.
If you are familiar with the Tafts, this is the answer.
Katsura-Taft Secret.
William Howard Taft.
The person who will be the 27th president of the United States in the future was one of the pillars of the Taft family.
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Of course, now they are simply negotiating medical support.
“you’re right. But I do not want to stop with just ‘sponsoring’.”
I put several checks out on the desk.
ten million dollars.
I was planning to call it high from the start.
“I want to send medical volunteers and hospital ships to the Cuban expedition.”
“If it’s the Cuban Expeditionary Force, hospital ships and medical volunteers are already deployed…”
“The situation is serious.”
I took out the telegrams and photos sent by the reporters and showed it to her. Raw photos that have not been ‘filtered’ by the War Department.
It was not sent to the mainland because the War Department censored all telegrams and mail of war correspondents, but the Wall Street Journal had a connection with the Navy Department, so it was delivered through the Navy Department.
Mabel Boardman picked up the photos I had pulled out with a questioning face. But it was only in an instant that her face became contemplative.
“Wow…”
“Will the current hospital ships and medical volunteers be enough?”
The corpses with smashed limbs, the wounds of the wounded who were left in the tropical climate without proper medical facilities, were infested with maggots, and the rotten parts were being cut with a saw.
Mabel Boardman stared intently at the photos with trembling eyes, then looked at me.
“The unofficial casualties are 10,000, so the number of medical volunteers dispatched now is not enough.”
“Yeah, so 10 million dollars. There are a lot of armed merchant ships that can be converted into hospital ships, so all we need to do is send in medical facilities and medical volunteers.”
“…..!!!”
She nodded seriously, realizing the meaning of ten million dollars. With a determined expression on her face, she grabbed photos and telegrams.
“one more.”
“What? I have to move right now, so I don’t have time.”
“You’ll need to bring plenty of food poisoning medications.”
“Food..addiction?”
She tilted her head suspiciously.
“You will understand what I mean when you arrive.”
***
Santiago de Cuba.
The Spanish siege was getting smaller and smaller. The command was still not sober, and continued to reorganize and send follow-up units, and thus the huge human slaughterhouse that could only be seen in World War I was opened.
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Occasionally, once or twice through the Spanish encirclement, the command became more confident in their strategy and pushed the men more aggressively.
But soon there were officers who were tired of the crazy meat grinder.
“Out of 70,000 people, only 10,000 were killed. Besides, the Spanish army’s encirclement only made a hole in it, but it was quickly filled, and the encirclement was getting narrower!!! This is crazy!!! You must withdraw immediately!!!”
“Pershing, stop it.”
In the 10th Cavalry Regiment’s tent, the regiment commander and Joseph Pershing were staying. Pershing was a logistics officer, so he was distributing supplies from the rear, but he was also working in the 5th Army’s staff department.
“There is no way. I’m also trying not to let my regiment kids go by any means, and this ideal is unreasonable.”
“However!!!”
“stop. stop!!! Let’s go outside and cool off.”
“…!!!”
Pershing was kicked out of the tent at the commander’s congratulatory order.
The pungent smell of blood rushing through the wind pierced his nostrils. When I wiped away the slippery skin, it was slightly stained red.
Pershing clenched his palms.
“aah-!!!!”
“help me!!! help me!!! I don’t want to die!!”
“Come on, nurse!!! My arm is rotting!!! What the hell are you doing!!!”
Abigail.
The military’s medical tents were torn apart and the wounded were being loaded continuously from front to back. However, this place is also far from the headquarters.
The command was almost unaware of this devastation. Since the leader of the Shafter Corps couldn’t get out of the tent.
No, even though they knew it, they couldn’t back down. At a point in time when he had already made a huge sacrifice, there was no option to return without any training.
in return.
Blood was flowing like a river from the medical tent.
this is hell
Pershing looked at the scene with a frown on his face. What on earth is the meaning of the victory gained by sacrificing like this?
No, it was a victory or a defeat, and before that, their lives were more precious.
“If only there were enough medics and medical facilities…”
boo woo-
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One horn sound.
Pershing was blown away.
It was the horn I heard every day in the Bay of Santiago, but today it was strangely clearer.
uh….?
Pershing shook his head.
shoot-
far away
Three huge transport ships were coming into the naval port of Santiago.
But it’s different.
Unlike other black transport ships, the hull was painted white, and a huge red cross was painted on the hull.
A red cross flag flew on a white background.
– Red Cross
Red Cross sign.
Pershing’s eyes widened.
“…a hospital ship!!!”
A ray of light poured down on the dark battlefield.
***
click-
“This is a call from the Navy. The three hospital ships arrived safely in the Bay of Santiago.”
“Good luck.”
In solidarity with the North American Red Cross, three additional hospital ships were dispatched, and when the recruitment of medical volunteers was posted through newspapers, medical volunteers with patriotism and medical spirit flooded in from medical institutions and educational institutions across the country.
[ ICRC in Geneva, Switzerland, admiring the rushing wave of red crosses. ‘It will remain as a good precedent for the International Red Cross.’ ]
[ Over 1,000 applicants in one week. ]
[ U.S. Navy Department, their dedication will be remembered by us. bow your head and say thank you ]
When the article published photos of medical volunteers and hospital ships and positive interviews with the North American Red Cross and International Red Cross members, patriotism began to boil across the United States.
“Not yet.”
“…..Yes. Right now, the War Department is censoring it, but the news of the defeat will be announced soon.”
A few days ago, war correspondents in the Wall Street Journal received a telegram that the Cuban Expeditionary Force was preparing for a large-scale withdrawal.
It’s a decision of the Army General Headquarters, but the evacuation operation means only one thing, doesn’t it?
The US Army was defeated.
“The Cuban Expeditionary Forces Command insisted on defending it to the end, but the General Command pushed for the evacuation operation.”
“…Crazy people.”
World War I was similar.
With hundreds of thousands of victims separated from the trench warfare, the commanders of both sides were increasingly unable to retreat. If you make a huge sacrifice like this and shout like you were defeated or defended, your hair will be cut off by the guillotine of the crowd.
Moreover, even if you try to evacuate, your back becomes dangerous during the evacuation.
But the timing was good.
“It seems that the encirclement of the Spanish army has stopped for a while.”
“ah. it.”
When sending German-made machine guns to Spain, they did small work at the New York factory. The machine gun that was shown to General Weyler in the first place was a bad version.
The machine gun must have started to fail.
Commander Nelson saw this opportunity rationally and decided to get the US Army out of this maddening slaughterhouse.
Putting on your own epaulettes.
“It’s a warship!!! A transport ship has arrived!!!”
“Go home, go home!!! You can get out of this hell!!! aah!!!”
Army soldiers rushed into the military port.
A large transport fleet moored at Guantanamo Naval Port entered Santiago Bay, and a large-scale evacuation operation was carried out.
The bodies scattered in the trenches of the enemy camp could not be retrieved, so only identification tags were brought, and severe trauma patients with crushed limbs were loaded onto one military hospital ship and three Red Cross hospital ships.
And the ‘other’ wounded soldiers boarded the transport along with other soldiers.
that point.
After the decision to withdraw, the Ministry of War, which controlled Cuba’s post and telegraph, could no longer physically control the press, and the horrors of the war began to appear in newspapers as it is.
[Operation Guantanamo Evacuation. The US is defeated.]
– Washington Post.
[The horrors of war. When the units in the front were destroyed or revived, the command reorganized and joined the subsequent units. Into the hell cave where the baptism of machine guns is pouring out. ]
[ The fallen army, what was the cause? The glorious naval victories were only a summer dream. ]
– The New York Times.
[Spain war with no victory or no survivors. The unofficial death toll is estimated at 10,000. ]
[A disgraceful defeat. The War Department is silent. What is the truth? ]
– New York World.
[We were in Hell, as if we were reading the Apocalypse of John. ]
– The Wall Street Journal.
And American public opinion was on fire.
***
Hampton Naval Port (Hamptom Road)
Naval base of the Atlantic Fleet.
Hampton Naval Base had been crowded with families and relatives of military servicemen since dawn. They waited eagerly for their son over the empty harbor, looking out to the horizon of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Stay alive… Please stay alive…”
“Heavenly Father….my son…”
The crowd put newspapers on their sides, and prayed to God that the sons who would enter the military port with their hearts throbbing were safe.
The unofficial number of casualties was 10,000, but this is an unofficial figure. In fact, there was a possibility that there were 5,000 or 1,000 people, so everyone prayed for that.
boo woo-
Then, a small whistle struck their ears. The crowd stopped praying and raised their heads. Over the horizon, a transport fleet escorted by the Atlantic Fleet was returning to the naval port.
As the crowd roared, the Navy’s military police began to build a stop line.
Beep-!
“Follow the orders of the Navy!!! Do not cross this line!!! First of all, the wounded and the dead will be moved!!! We will see you at the military hospital in the future, so please be patient for now!!!”
The crowd grew louder at the urging of the Navy Gendarmerie that the wounded soldiers and their bodies could be damaged, but no one crossed the line.
Tongue- easy profit-
Four hospital ships anchored preferentially.
Medical volunteers and medics aboard the hospital ship quickly jumped out of the hospital with white stretchers.
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On the stretchers, the dismembered soldiers groaned and were taken to the military hospital.
“…..”
The crowd was speechless as they saw about 2,000 wounded and the bodies disembarked from the four hospital ships.
Some of them fainted on the spot in a physical state that looked as if they had been devoured by an animal.
Even his face was difficult to recognize.
An appalling silence followed.
boo woo-
However, as the four hospital ships that unloaded all their casualties quickly disappeared and the remaining transport ships arrived at the naval port, the crowds began to become desperate.
Right after seeing the wounded soldiers from a while ago.
Praying that his sons are safe, he began to push forward.
Tongue- easy profit-
So the transport was anchored in the military port.
uh?
The first thing that struck me was the naval military police who were building the stop line.
A foul smell like filth began to pierce his nostrils.
‘What a strange smell…’
As the policemen’s eyes turned to the anchored transport, it was only then that the crowd noticed that something strange was going on.
“Smell… what kind of smell is this?”
“Great….”
All eyes were focused on the transport ship.
However, the crowd’s expectations were betrayed, and bodies on stretchers began to pour out of the transport.
“Oh, wasn’t it all that came out of the hospital ship earlier?”
I had a vague expectation that it might be a wounded soldier coming out on the stretcher, but the body on the stretcher died and did not move.
The stretcher was also dyed in a color like a dirty spit, not pure white.
Unfortunately, unlike the corpses on the hospital ship, the limbs were intact.
At the sight, the crowd’s patience ran out.
“Uh, uh!!! Please do not cross the barrier!!”
“son!!!! son!!!”
“There are still wounded soldiers!!! Please keep the line!!!”
“You bastard!!! son!!!! My son is over there!!!! Move!!!”
The stop line collapsed, and the crowd began to run to the transport. But the medics with stretchers hurriedly began to push the crowd away.
“The wounded soldiers!!! I’m not dead yet, so calm down!!! The bodies will later come out of the transport!!! We are evacuating the wounded, so get out of the way!!!”
“Then why is my son like this!!! It’s not even getting off the hospital ship, why is our son getting off the general transport ship as a wounded soldier!!!!”
“Ah, food poisoning!!! Stay away!!! I am an urgent patient!”
“What?”
food poisoning?
At the medic’s words, the crowd felt goosebumps rising to their skin.
filthy stretcher.
A transport ship with a foul smell.
and pouring out stretchers.
None of it was clean.
Everyone’s heads creaked and they headed for the transport that smelled of filth.
Thousands of people couldn’t come and go, and there was now a shortage of stretchers and medics, so army soldiers were carrying or lifting wounded soldiers on their backs.
With the filth flowing one after another.
“Then that’s all…”
“yes!!!!”
“They are all food poisoning patients!!!”
***
The Wall Street Journal Headquarters.
With everyone watching, I was holding my phone.
“How about there? Are there any casualties among the dispatched reporters?”
“Yeah, everything is fine for now.”
after.
As I rounded my fingers, a sigh of relief flowed into the headquarters’ office.
I’m glad you’re safe.
“Okay. There’s one more article from there.”
“What?”
“When you get the chance, get a picture of the canned beef provided to the soldiers.”
“Canned beef?”
“Uh, canned beef. And the title is…”
[The War Department’s horrifying beef scandal. The enemy was inside. ]
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One room was perfectly prepared for Jack Morgan.
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