Quebec Sourcebook - Chapter 1 - The Warzone part 2 (long)

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Quebec Sourcebook - Chapter 1 - The Warzone part 2 (long)

Postby Cyagen » Fri May 17, 2013 6:54 pm

Hi guys,

This is the place I've been dreaming of since I started playing CS.

I hope I did not mess it up

It is still a draft but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

Cyagen

Central sector


Throughout North America, the name St-Georges has become synonymous with the honours of war, courage, gallantry and resistance. This image has been form mostly by the various Hollywood movies that attempted to recreate the intense combats that happened in 1934. The most successful, and therefore best known of this movie is the famous “Dragon Slayers” released at the end of 1936. “Dragon Slayers” was a great action movie but it was only loosely based on the historical events that surrounded the invasion. The artistic license that was taken by the filmmaker was so extensive that in Québec the film is widely seen as an insult on the whole nation. A lesser known but better movie representation of the fight for St-Georges is the overlooked “Early Dawn” from Frank Carpa. This is a moody, dark, infantry based movie that tries to make us understand the psychological pressures of war and not to show us actual combat, with one exception, the final act. This battle scene is still consider today one of the most technical difficult feat of movie making ever done. What makes it in addition so incredible is the efforts that Carpa made to respect the historical events. It makes for a less accessible film, but a great snapshoot of what the fight for St-Georges looked like in the final days.

The film is also very depressing with all but one character getting killed in the final scene and the lone survivor descending slowly into madness. –L


I asked many veterans their opinion of either movies and I cannot print here there answers. They have the impression that no one understands what happened to them in that year of combat and misery. For them, St-Georges represent the Républic at its best and no foreigner, and for some no one that was not there, can understand what it was like.

Flying into St-Georges is a very dangerous enterprise. In fact, there are no legal ways for a civilian to fly south of Québec City. In order to be able to visit the town, I had to arrange to get a place on a military transport. The “Bleuet” (Blueberry), the zeppelin that took me to St-Georges and back, was a modified old Michigan class with armor and some guns for defense. From Québec City, the XX hours journey has the feeling of being at least twice that long. Every member of the crew and the passengers were very nervous and on the lookout for enemy planes. Although we were escorted all the way by 2 Haphands of the Dragons squadron, we in the zeppelin found little comfort to this since just two days before six Badgers had attacked and badly damaged the previous supply ship.

Both countries are raiding each other’s supply to the St-Georges front with clockwork regularity. Although recently, Québec appears to have secured their lines of supply by sending a third zeppelin, to St-Georges AFB and by reducing the frequency of their own raids. -L


As one of the fighter docked to refuel at mid-journey, the Captain of the Bleuet, a very nice man from Chicoutimi that I had trouble understanding because of his thick accent said to me: “We just tripled the value of the ship!” Looking at the old control panel, the cracked windshields and the flaking paint, I could not say that he was wrong. Navigation to St-Georges from Québec is very simple, one just has to follow the course of the Chaudière River, that flows down in the St-Lawrence just in front of Québec City, until you arrive at St-Georges.

The importance of St-Georges in the North East War is not only due to its role as a rail junction, it is also the entry gate to the Chaudière Valley and that can allow troops and supply to go through the relatively hilly country side very easily. –L


The voyage was calm, without any incident and anti-climactic. One does not get the impression of flying in a warzone, apart from the heavy presence of AAQ fighters. However, 20 minutes out of the town, the scars of war start to appear. A burned out barge beached on a sandbank on the river, a crashed zeppelin on a hillside, destroyed bridges and the scars or artillery fire. As the zeppelin starts its approach an the airfield, one can see on the horizon the dark and ugly brown shape of the no-man’s land with numerous aircrafts constantly overflying it like hungry vultures looking for corpses. “The view gets me every time, said my Captain, I am always happy when we turn East and start the approach.”

After twenty minutes of looking at one of the most contested piece of land in North America, the Bleuet turned East to land in St-Georges Airfield, the biggest facility of the AAQ. With 2 paved and 2 dirt/grass runways, you have to go all the way to Boston to find something bigger on the East Coast. In addition the huge grass field north of the base has been leveled and could allow 2 squadrons of fighters to take off simultaneously. If it was not impressive enough, four big zeppelin hangars and 5 anchor towers are lined up East of the runways. In addition two control towers, numerous hangars, dormitories, administrative buildings and a huge radio transmitting array are spread around the runways. I was immediately overwhelmed by the size of the facility. I think that I only saw I bigger airfield in Texas.

The base is operating under its designed capacity with a lot of buildings having been mothballed. The AAQ could probably relocate all of their Québec City and Montréal squadrons there and still have some room to spare. In the last report that we received St-Georges AFB was home to 66th (M) “Dragons”, 8th (M) “Ste-Marie”, 3rd (H) “Jarrets Noirs (Black Hocks)”, 4t (B) “Wendigos” and naturally the 6th (I) St-Georges”. In addition, three zeppelins with their associated squadrons are also based there. These are: the “St-Jean Baptiste” (Richelieu) carrying the 11th (M) “Taschereau”, 35th(M)”St-Joseph” and the 6th (B) “Trompettes de Jéricho (Trumpets of Jericho)”, the “Fort Carillion” (Murat) carrying the 28 (I) “Seraphim” and the “La Corriveau” (Chasse Galerie). This small air fleet allows the AAQ to patrol a huge territory and raid deeply into the Maritime Provinces The AAQ also announced that it will send the Louis-Joseph Papineau (Patriotes) to St-Georges as soon as she is completed in December 1937. In addition to this impressive presence, around three squadrons of the Sureté Nationale are based in St-Georges AFB to help maintain a semblance of order in the airspace.

I was taken into St-Georges itself by a military bus that waiting for me at the terminal building. Mixed with the civilians and military personnel that ended their shifts, I add the opportunity to study the city in details. To call St-Georges a city is a misnomer. Even to call it a town is a stretch, the normal signs of community life are absent as most of the population left in 1934 and did not return. However, they have been replaced by the soldiers, their families and other more adventurous Quebecers that saw opportunities were other saw danger. The whole town has been transformed into a big military camp, the soldiers and their equipment are everywhere.

After an hour I arrived at the HQ of the ATQ for the St-Georges section and to my surprise was greeted in English by a young negro with a deep southern drawl. Chief Sergeant Abraham L. Jackson of the Régiment Nelson would act as my guide, sherpa and minder for the length of my visit.

The Nelson Regiment is Québec’s answer to the French Foreign Legion. During the Winter War the Légionaires fought with the Quebecers and the Légion acquired a mythical status in Québec. After the Winter War, the ROQ created their Légion, and named it after one of the English speaking Patriotes war commander, Dr. Wolfred “The Red Wolf” Nelson. Since then, it has become a way for some of the young people on the continent to go to a foreign land in search of adventure by joining the “Red Wolves”. Like the FFL, the Wolves are known for their esprit de corps and their willingness to fight to the death. Also, soldiers wounded in combat and those at the end of their 5 years contract automatically get the Quebec citizenship. At the opposite of the other regular ATQ units that kept British style dressed uniforms, the Nelson wear an uniform that is not unlike the Army Blue of the old US Army complimented by a red beret. -L


I was then taken to the HQ of the Régiment to meet Colonel Du Montier, a former French Army officer and now leader of the Red Wolves.

Du Montier used to be a FFL officer. - L

Inside the sandbagged roofed bunker that serves as the HQ, I heard, in addition to bad and heavily accented French, a lot of English spoken with accents from all over the continent. Over the course of the weeks that I spend in St-Georges I had the opportunity to hear a lot of interesting story from different soldiers of the Nelson. There was Garry McCoy from Glasgow a sailor accused of killing a man in a bar fight in Montréal that choose the Régiment instead of prison, Jerry Love from Manitoba that got stranded in Quebec after losing his money gambling and Reginald Arnold from Boston, youngest son of a rich Yankee family that joined out of boredom. In the end, I think that the story of Sgt. Jackson was the most interesting that I’ve heard.

The youngest son of a family of ten from rural Mississippi, Jackson dreamed from a young age to escape from poverty. “My father was a farm hand for the same family that owned my grand-Pa. He was a slave no more but the pay they gave him was slavery under another name.” Jackson never went to school, work on the farm as a child as a water boy. “I started pickin’ cotton when I was nine. I was never a big boy but I compensated with my stubbornness” It was a hard though life with not much hope of escaping it. “The only bright spot was the movies that the house Lady showed us. I guess she considered herself enlighten and wanted to bring culture to us negros. I did not care much for culture, but I liked the western and war movie. At 15 I saw “The Lions of the desert” the story of two young men that went to the French Foreign Legion and ended up fighting in Africa. It was a very bad movie but with it I saw a way of escaping this life”. This author can confirm that the Lions of the desert is a very bad silent movie. Jackson had no idea where France was and how to get there but he had heard that they spoke French in Louisiana. “As stupid as I was at the I didn’t realised that for a dead poor illiterate negro to get from Mississippi to Louisiana was as hard as rowing across the ocean to get to France. Took me two years to get there and only because some old white guy showed me how to hop on trains.” Jackson arrived in Louisiana just as the USA was splintering. Amid the chaos he managed to get a job at the docks unloading boat. When France reintegrated Louisiana a lot of French ships started calling in at New Orleans. “I tried everything to get on one, but I could not read nor speak French and the Frenchies did not spoke English.” In Summer 1931, still working on the dock Jackson saw a poster that “looked like the ones of the Légion in the moving pictures but was in English and for the Nelson Regiment. I immediately enrolled and got shipped right away with fifty other fellas, mostly Canjuns. We landed in Québec and they started to drill us right away. I guess they did not think to talk about the winter before we signed...”

The next years were good to Jackson, he got an education, learn to read, learned French “But the most important was treated as an equal, even admired by the Quebecers. We build a lot of houses, roads, electric lines, etc...These were good years for us. There was no war so we were workers for the Government and the people were glad of this. Then, the War came.” When the MPA invaded Jackson’s unit, was amongst the first to enter St-Georges. “The Vandoos made it before us, but we marched into battle straight off the train.” Despite my insistence, or maybe because of it, Jackson refused to talk to me about his combat experience. I however learned from others that he is some kind of legend in the Regiment, so much that it is hard to separate the facts from fiction. The only thing that I am certain is that he is one of the most decorated soldier of the ATQ and the simple soldier is now the Chief Sergeant of the 2nd Company. “He is actually running the show, told me the company commander, Lt. Guy Gendron a 1937 graduate of St-Jean (The Québec military academy –L). He is been there for years, knows all the men, every folds of the land, even some of the MP soldiers. I am very lucky to have landed in his company.”

I spend one week with the Nelson, mainly with the 2nd Company, I was able to visit most of their rear and supply areas, but was never permitted to get to the front line. “There is no way we are risking you on the front. It may look calm and peaceful but it can erupt at anytime.” I was skeptical, but on the fifth day, both sides started shelling each other. For two minutes there was a full fledge artillery barrage landing on both front lines. And then, as quickly as it started, the shelling stop. The farthest I was allowed to go was a communication trench one kilometer from the front line. Looking through binoculars I was just able to make some of the positions of the MP Army on the banks of the Chaudière river. “We have them pretty well bottled up in there between the Chaudière and the Wolf Rivers and they have forced us to use a lot of men to do it”, said Gendron to me. He continued: “We might say that we have fought ourselves to a stalemate. There is not much for a soldier to do here, except to wait for the next shelling and to watch out for snipers.”

The Chaudière and Wolf rivers junction is probably the place in America with the highest density of troops and artillery. It is like the Great War on a very small scale. The truce still holds, but there are “incidents” between the opposing forces, mostly in the air, on a regular basis. –L

As we continued our observation of the frontline, four blue and white planes buzzed over our heads heading for the front. “And to watch these guys having all the fun.” The planes turned sharply to the east following the front line, drawing some scattered flak and machine gun fire. They turned again sharply south, crossing the MP lines. “They are looking for a fight but I doubt they will find one. Two wings are not enough to get a reaction from the MPAF. This is a strange situation for the veterans, he continued, for me having the MPs sitting on the other bank and staring them down, is a normal. But for the guys like Jackson, they are bored to death. Sure sometimes we will lob shells at each other, but it is mainly for show. You got rarely more than a battery firing one of two shells. It is no fun to be the target, but believe me, for the veterans here, this is nothing. The only ones that find trouble on a regular basis are the guys from the St-Georges.”

After saying goodbye to the Nelson regiment I was driven back to St-Georges AFB for the night. Early in the next morning I had the most exciting appointment of my visit south, the one with the troublemakers that are known simply in the République as “Le St-Georges”.

Defenders of the Republic

6ième escadron de chasse “St-Georges” (6th Interceptor Squadron "St-Georges")

Moto: Infrangibilis (Unbreakable)

In the current times, the adjective “legendary” has been overused. Too often we hear about legendary pilots, planes, squadrons, etc... This author has often had the chance to meet some of them and was, more often than not, disappointed. It is hard for someone to live up to the expectations of others. But this does not take away the excitement and the anticipation of such meetings.

Early on a foggy spring morning I was driven to a small church that stands half a mile behind a zeppelin hangar, were the original grass runway used to be. This is a modest white wooden building, which looks more like a barn than a church, the only sign that it is a religious building being the small bell tower above the entrance. Mass was ending as I arrived, a dozen of pilots and other support personal were exiting the church and going back to their post by walking across the old grass runway. I had an appointment in the church with the Chaplin and unofficial historian of the squadron, Brother Raymond.

If the outside of the building could be called simple, the inside with it’s eclectic collection of religious icons, mismatched painting and furniture, makes for a stark contrast. “Some of this has been brought by the refugees, said Brother Raymond catching my glance, they did not want to leave it behind. Other items have been salvaged from burnt or bombed out churches in and around St-Georges. The altar used to be in the biggest church of St-Georges.” It indeed dominate the small building, however it is dwarfed but the huge painting of St-Georges fighting the Dragon that is hanged above it. “It is in the style of Peter Paul Ruben, told me Brother Raymond, it was send to us per mail after the arministice. No one seems to know where it came from, just that it came with a Turkish ship out of Istanbul.” Brother Raymond, that is evidently an art connoisseur, then proceeded to explain the particularities of the painting to me. There are some particular things in that painting, first the armor of St-Georges is from the late middle ages but the style of the painting is from the late Renaissance. Also it is a painting where St-Georges is not slaying, but fighting the Dragon and it does not look like he is winning. He is on foot, his horse lay dead before him, he is bleeding from a cut on his forehead and is yielding his sword, not his lance. The Dragon is also not in good shape, the lance of the saint is stuck in its side and it is bleeding from a cut on his foreleg. The beast looks more like a Chinese dragon then the classic western representations. “We are catching both combatants during a pause in the fighting, concluded Brother Raymond.” It is a very impressive painting but that leaves you with a sense of expectation and dread about the next phase of the battle. Brother Raymond offered me a cup of tea and we sat on two mismatched chair in the back of the church as he started to explain to me how he ended up associated with the St-Georges.

Brother Raymond is not a young man, I would guess he is in his early sixties. “I travelled the world a lot when I was a young man. I went on mission in Africa and Asia, worked in the Vatican but for the end of my service to God I wanted to go back to my roots. I had been living for almost five years in the small community of Lac Drolet when the invasion started. The panic was incredible. The fear of the invader was so great that everybody, even the farmers, wanted to flee. With the mayor, the doctor and the notary I tried to organise the refugees. I volunteered to go with them and we went north thinking that we could escape the Maritime Provinces Army. But they were faster, they overtook us on the second day, but they did not bother us, as long as we stayed off the road they would just march on. Seeing that the MPA were no barbarians, most of the farmers turned back but the majority continued. On the seventh day we heard that our army was making a stand in St-Georges. Our situation was desperate, we had to forage in order to survive. It took us another ten terrible days, to get into St-Georges. We were expecting something better but it turned out to be worst. There was no food, no medication and no clean water. After a week of again horrible conditions, including shelling, the army managed to bring some sort of order.

The conditions under which the refugees lived in the St-Georges pocket have been described but the Red Cross as the worst they had seems since the end of the Great War. -L

With some other refugee priests we started to celebrate mass every day in a tent. We could not feed their bodies, but we could help feed their soul. Conditions got better, going from horrible to bad and a sense of community started to come alive in the camp. I was starting to organise a school when I was approached by a bearded and ragged AAQ officer that asked me if I could celebrate mass for his squadron. I accepted, expecting it to be a one time affair, but after seeing how ragged, tired and in need of spiritual support they were, I decided to come every day. On my third visit I celebrated my first funeral.” After another week he became the permanent chaplain of the squadron. “I also help with administrative tasks, moved fuel drums, helped to repair planes. The only thing that I did not do was handling weapons and fly, I am terrified of flying, said Raymond with an apologetic smile. Because of the things he was witnessing, he started to record the history of the St-Georges. “I realised that win or lose, these guys were doing something extraordinary. We were isolated; a lot of the pilots were dying or walking dead. I felt it was my duty to preserve their history for posterity.” This history is at the time of this writing a 15 volumes encyclopedia that combines the dry objective reporting of a historian with paintings, photographs and moving obituaries. “I am trying to get it published, told me Brother Raymond, but the AAQ ridiculously considers it a state secret. I hope that at least the children of these men are going to be able to read it in the future. But now I am able to tell you more than just what is in the press.” I asked him if he was afraid of getting put into jail for this. He did not answer, he just smiled and started talking.

Raymond is the confessor of the St-Georges squadron and in consequence one of the most powerful man in the AAQ. He has little to fear. -L


History of the St-Georges
According to Brother Raymond, there is no early history of the St-Georges since it was never recorded. There is only an origin story that has been transmitted orally to him by some of the older squadron members. According to what has been reported to Raymond, when the MP attacked, the AAQ was spread all over the country and no one was available to provide air support to the Vandoos and the Nelson Regiment. Gen. Dallaire did not want to expose Montréal and Québec that was already fighting off MPAF raids. Instead he is alleged to have handpicked six pilots and give them the impossible task of defending St-Georges. These pilots became known in the St-Georges mythology as the Original Sixes.

Other theories are that they were pilots from outside Québec in leave there or that they were military prisoners send on a suicide mission. –L

The Original Sixes, with their small support staff were not enough to win air superiority, but they were enough to deny it to the MPAF.

“They flew around the clock, pushed themselves to the limit. When I saw Dubé for the first time I though he was a straggler, his beard was long and oily, he had not bathed for days and had had only a meal a day for weeks on end.” Most of the pilot slept in their planes: “They fell asleep the moment the engine stopped. No one dared to move them for fear of denying them sleep.” The ground crews were not in a much better shape. “I still meet old mechanics from the St-Georges that tell me that they feel that their hands still smell of oil, fuel and cordite.” The planes were in better shape. “The AAQ could get them new replacement planes, but pilots were in short supply.”
The St-Georges did manage to get some reinforcement and Robitaille with his network of recruitors started to visit army units, refugee camps and anyone that could fly a plane or pretend to fly one was instantly drafted. This ragtag band of pilot is now known in the official squadron mythology as First Squadron.

One thing that Brother Raymond does not know is where the name comes from.”Even three surviving Original Sixes do not agree about this, I got three different stories! It is hopeless, he said throwing his arms in the air in despair. “When I arrived they already had the name and dragon heads on their planes. But I know the story of the scarf.”

The scarf is agreen silk scarf, embroiled with a golden dragon, which is worn by every active pilot of the squadron and must be given up when one leaves. “Except for the Sixes and First Squadron, these eight guys can wear it for life so they were there when they received the first scarves. Those were horrible green scratchy wool scarves that a refugee kitting circle gave them since they heard that pilots needed to keep warm in their planes. It could have been turned into a joke, but Dubé made them a symbol. He asked the pilots to form a line, picked up the scarves and wrapped it around the neck of each pilot saying “Infrangibilis”. The St-Georges initiation ceremony was born.” With this, the scarf became the center of most of the pilot rituals. There is a drinking ritual, a marriage ritual, a promotion ritual, all involving the scarf. “It became more than a lucky charm that they gave their crew chief before they left on a mission, it became a part of the pilot’s identity, even in death.” Indeed, when a St-Georges pilot dies, his scarf gets nailed on the big board in the St-Georges chapel, right of the altar, with the name of the pilot carved under it. This author can confirm that this board leaves the observer in a state of awe; it is really the holy of holies of that church. First are nailed the crude wool scarves, then some simple silk ones and finally the ones that are seen today, embroiled with the dragon.

“Thirty-three, said Raymond after a long silence has we stand in front of the board, twenty-eight pilots, two mechanics and one nurse that died when the airfield was bombed in July ‘34 and two Voltigeurss soldiers that were made honorary members after the November raid.”

The St-Georges part in the November raid was to land with soldiers from the Voltigeurs in the middle of the night at the main airfield of the MPAF and fly back captured planes to St-Georges AFB. At this period the AAQ was short in everything and the ten fighter planes that were stolen that night allowed them to continue to fight until the Armistice. –L

With such a mythology, it is easy to see how the squadron became for the Québecois and for some others, stuff of legend. After the Armistice life at the St-Georges normalized itself although “incidents” with the MPAF happened on a regular basis. The squadron started to get normal support structure, decent supply and modern planes in good order. When Brother Raymond lead me to the airfield to have a look at the current squadron, I had the impression that I was seeing an elite RAF, Texas or Hollywood squadron.

Since the end of the war, the St-Georges has now become the elite squadron of the AAQ with the best pilots of other squadron fighting to get in each time a place frees itself. It has also priority regarding supplies. Although unlikely, confrontation with the St-Georges should be avoided. –L

Pilots and their planes

I met Maj. Ronald "Le Kid" Lejeune the commanding officer of the St-Georges in the officer’s mess. Maj. Lejeune took the helm of the squadron six months ago after the surprise retirement of Dubé.

This was a retirement from the AAQ but not a retirement from flying. Dubé retired to become the leader of one of the only private militia in Québec, the “Fleurs de Lys”. -L

Lejeune was not born in Québec, he is an Acadien, a French speaking people that were living in the former Canadian province of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. His French has a strange drawl to it and his style is archaic like the French classics. The son of an engineer from Caraquet, his family was almost considered royalty in the county. They were well off, bilingual and had access to all the technological marvels that were starting to make their way in the province. “We had a car in 1919 and my uncle started using a tractor shortly afterward.” Lejeune started to have an interest in flying from a young age. “As soon as I could read I started to read about the exploit of the French, English and German flyers from the Great War. There was a small airfield in Caraquet and I used to spend all my free time there.” With the help of a sympathetic mechanic, he managed to get flying lessons. “I don’t know why they did it, but all the guys, Anglos and Acadiens at the airfield started to think of my like a good luck charm. They should have asked my dad’s permission but no one bothered. My dad found out about it when I showed him my license.” Then the expulsions started. “We were lucky, because of my dad’s contacts and friends in the MP government we got warned in advance so we manage to move a lot to Québec and to flee before the troops came to kick people out. However, my dad choose the wrong place for our new home, he choose St-Georges.” When the fighting started, the Lejeune family had to relocate again, this time to a refugee camp as their neighborhood got shelled at destroy during the initial attack. The conditions were horrible and Lejeune’s dad got sick and died. “There were no doctors around, so we did not really know what he had. Then came the soldiers to draft every able body and three of my brothers got drafted, they never came back. My mom went hysteric and my older sister tried to keep us together but she could not control the five remaining kid. I had way too much freedom to wander around.” He met Robitaille and tried to get drafted. “He got not believe that I knew how to fly a plane and chased me off. So on the next day I walked to the airfield and found Dubé and Brown, his Anglo crew chief, trying to crane the engine of a Bandit back in place.” He started to help them and after it was finished Lejeune asked again to join the squadron. “Dubé was more subtle than Robitaille, he did not believe me either but instead of chasing me he asked me to do the pre-flight check list for his Bandit to prove that I knew how to fly a plane. I was way over my head a fighter is more complicated plane that the small things that I had flown but I could recognize some things and started to try to go through the list. At least I managed to show they that I knew my way around a cockpit.” After a couple of lessons on how to fly fighters, he was assigned to be Dubé’s wingman. “That was the job you did not want to have as a rookie. He kept loosing his wingmen because he would throw himself in the most daunting situation without any hesitation and you had to follow in, if you hesitated you were in trouble. Maybe it was because I was young and stupid, but I never hesitated and after that he never needed another wingman.” Lejeune may not be stupid anymore but he is still young, he is in his early twenty at the most and probably needs to shave only once a month. “At the beginning it was hard to get the guys to take me seriously, Brown had told them about “Dubé’s Kid” and with my family name on top (Lejeune means literally The Young) no surprise that I got this call sign”. However, today being taken seriously is not a problem for Lejeune all.

Lejeune became an Ace before he was able to vote or drink. –L

With the retirement of Dubé, the man many considered as his loyal sidekick has now been thrown into the spotlight. According to Jim O’Brien, Lejeune is not a natural like Dubé. When asked to speak in public, he seems hesitant, shy and unsure. He also has to work harder to make sure that the legacy of the St-Georges does not tarnish. “The worst thing would be for the St-Georges to “soften down” because of the peace, according to Mr. O’Brien. When Dubé was there, no one tried any funny business, they did not want to be scolded by a hero. Lejeune does not have this aura, he must rule with an iron fist and cull any hot shot that would get in the St-Georges. In consequence he has a tendency to recruit battle hardened veterans from frontier squadron and not flying marvels from the cities. He gets political pressure to admit politically connected pilots, but this is the St-Georges, it is above politics.”

The prestige of the squadron in the ROQ is enough for them to get their way in any political or administrative fight. -L

Even during the war, the St-Georges always flew the best planes the AAQ had to offer. Their weapon of choice was the Bombardier Harfang. The plane was perfect for the many roles that the St-Georges had to play. They could one day flight CAP mission and the next ground support for the ATQ. However, in the last year, the squadron transformed itself into a real interceptor squadron. “The fact remains, Lejeune told me, that facing a Badger or a Wind Saber in a Harfang is not an easy task. Even at the end of the war half the squadron was flying interceptors like the Hornet, Valiant or Frelon.” The weapon of choice of the St-Georges today is the French Dassault Mistral fighter, the most modern plane in the French Air Force. “The Mistral is a great plane, a true dogfighter, said Lejeune standing beside his plane La Dragonne, but it requires a change of style if you flew a Harfang before. You have half the firepower and half the armor, but with this plane you can handle any dogfighter in the world and win. At last the French got their stuff right.”

The Mistal’s, performances are slightly below other modern fighters like the Bloodhawk or the Mockingbird but it has no big weaknesses and is a very stable weapons platform with above average armament. It makes a very dangerous squadron even more dangerous. –L

The marking of the St-Georges are very elaborate, a rare thing in the AAQ. They have the typical blue wings and white body with the Fleur de Lys on both wings like any other AAQ plane, but the noses of the planes have been transformed into green dragons heads. From far away, they all look the same but up close one can see that they are individual pieces, each one unique that was designed to reflect the personality of the pilot. Lejeune’s one is a strangely calm, but at the same time very threatening asian style dragon with the two fifty calibers being horns just above the eyes. “Most of the guys go for the fire breathing, snarling dragon, but I prefer the calm one.”


I left in mid-afternoon as the squadron was scheduled to go on patrol. In perfect formation, the complete twelve planes squadron lifted off from the grass runway and went south looking for trouble. They did not find any I was told on the next day, the MPAF have a tendency to stay put when there are dragons flying around.

This is however atypical since the MPAF, especially the Seawolves militia, makes it a point of honor to challenge the St-Georges on every sortie. –L


Special Rule – Unbreakable.
The pilots of the St-Georges are used to fight under impossible odds. The more desperate the situation, the better they become. If St-Georges’ pilots are outnumbered, the player controlling them gets, once per pilot, per turn, a bonus of: additional enemy planes/2 rounded up, for one of his roll. (Example: 2 St-Georges pilots facing 5 MPAF planes. They therefore each get a +2 bonus (3/2= 1,5 rounded up = 2) for one roll each turn). However, a St-Georges pilot always stays in combat until the very end. Unless the rules of engagement of the scenario specify otherwise, St-Georges’ pilots may never retreat or perform a non-combat bailout. The dragons always fight to the death.

Scenario – Two Orders in one fight

7th October 1934. As the MP Army broke through the Québec lines, every plane was diverted to the sector of the breach to help stabilise the front in any way possible. However, in the crucial half hour after the breakthrough, only the St-Georges was able to oppose the MP Air Force. The twelve dragon heads planes where the only ones in the sky for the AAQ in these crucial moment as the other squadrons were surprised or getting bombed by the MPAF. Facing impossible odds, pairs of St-Georges pilots would take on whole MPAF squadrons. This desperate action manages to put on enough opposition to deny the MPAF complete air superiority and give the time to the AAQ to organise a counter attack. The cost was very heavy, only five pilots came back and only one with his plane. For this the act of gallantry, every pilot, living or dead, of the squadron was awarded the Order of St-Jean, three of the surviving pilots additionally got the Cross of Ste-Anne and Malphas was awarded a second Order for 10 confirmed victories during that day, including 6 in one sortie.

Set up: Lay down the two clear skies map. The St-Georges squadron sets up at X edge of map, MP at Y edge of the map

Rules of engagements: The scenario will end on the 20th turn to simulate the arrival of AAQ reinforcements. The Unbreakable rule applies to the St-Georges pilots.

Victory conditions: The MPAF must shoot down all the St-Georges planes down before the end of the 20th turn. Any other result is considered a ROQ victory

6th Interceptor squadron "St-Georges"

Wing 1
Cpt. Christopher “Malphas” Dubé 7-6-8-6-6-8
Harfang MK IIIB
Lt. Ronald “Kid” Lejeune 6-4-6-3-5-5
Valiant MK II


MPAF 34th Squadron “The Townships defenders”

Flight 1
Maj. Frank Knight "Lancelot" III 4-4-4-5-5-6
Avenger
Lt. Ariel “Angel” Garrod 5-4-4-4-4-4
Devastator

Flight 2
Cpt. Richard "Jockey" Ellis 5-4-4-1-4-6
Valliant
Lt. Andy “Axe” Ackerman 5-4-3-2-5-3
Valliant


Flight 3
Lt. Kevan “Beggar” Begbie 6-2-2-4-5-5
Raven
Sgt. Peg “Quicksilver” Quickley 4-2-3-2-4-6
Raven

Flight 4
Lt. Jules “Big J” Wallace 5-4-3-2-5-3
Warhawk
Cdt. Dolph “DW” Walker 3-3-3-2-5-3
Peacemaker
Malphas, over and out

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Re: Quebec Sourcebook - Chapter 1 - The Warzone part 2 (long)

Postby Thom » Sat May 18, 2013 4:40 pm

Fascinating story! Well crafted with believable characters, it could easily form the basis of a novel as well as a sourcebook.

Great work!
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Re: Quebec Sourcebook - Chapter 1 - The Warzone part 2 (long)

Postby Cyagen » Sun May 19, 2013 4:20 pm

Thanks Thom.

The St-Georges idea is what started the sourcebook process.

It took a long time to write since I did not want to mess up my favorite characters.
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