War, War Never Changes…

Chapter 1: The General.

What does it need to win a war? Is it bravery? Is it technology? Is it power? No. To win a war, competence is more than enough. With enough competence, or lack thereof, a single stroke of a pen can make an empire or army shatter in millions of pieces, and a new power to take its place. Not even a single round, needed to be fired.

General Isaac Matthew Oliveira-Ehrlich was the son of a Jewish couple. His father, Otto Matthew Ehrlich, was a German man born before WWI. During the Great War, he got into the US thanks to his double citizenship. He created an textile factory in Oregon, and was very successful. During the interwar period, he met Josefina Oliveira, a Brazilian woman. She was a radiant lady, with a beautiful laughter and an even more beautiful face. She too was Jewish. After they met, they quickly got married, and, after 3 years of peaceful and happy union, they had their first son: Isaac.

However, his delivery was met with misfortune. After 6 months of his birth, Josefina died in a car crash. And, in his birthday of one year, the Great Depression hit. The factory was closed, and the family lost their income. The future seemed bleak and dark.

That is, until Otto had the ideia to go back to the fatherland. The dollar had great value, and, even with no income, the Ehrlichs had their fair share of money. Mr. Ehrlich went to Germany with his son, and, through 5 years, they prospered. Until 1934. That year, Otto contracted tuberculosis, and slowly dwindled, without being able to work. In 1935, disaster knocked on the door. The Nuremberg Laws were put in action, and it turned impossible to get treatment to Mr. Ehrlich. After 2 years of battle, Otto Matthew Ehrlich died, leaving his son orphan and alone.

The boy started living with his aunt. Both his grandparents were deceased. As the years passed, the boy grew well, with an astonishing brain, and great appearance. He had only one problem: he was a broken man, with complete disregard for human life and his own humanity. The perfect cold-blooded human. In spite of, he was sent to Dachau in 1942, at age 14. There, he endured the backbreaking labor and humiliation thanks to only one thought: revenge is a dish best served cold. after 3 years, he was freed. He saw as the Allied troops invaded the camp and thought I know what I will do. Somehow, proved that he was an American citizen. He was an ingenious young man, with good looks, a brilliant and strategic mind, and a chillingly cold blood. Of course, he went to the Army.

passing as first in the admission exam, he was student number one during all his 4 years at West Point Academy. He got a 99% approval rate. Good enough grade to fall into the eyes of General of the Army John MacAstie, general of the Pacific front during WWII. He became a first lieutenant in 1950, and, together with GA MacAstie, he went to Korea. There, he fought like a madman and it became very apparent that he was made to war. From setting logistics to making strategies, he excelled in them all. That was so clear that, in 1952, he had already become a major.

As the war came to an end, he realized the sad truth of the military: they were expendables. If not, why would so many lives be lost to a war that ended in a status quo? Why so many sacrifices, with no benefits? They were a few months from making the sacrifices of so many brothers-in-arms truly worth it, and they just let it all go? For what? For a shallow peace? A bloody peace, from a paper made without the opinion of the combatants, only so that the ”public opinion ” would be in the favor of politicians that lived in luxury and never got a single drop of blood in the battlefield?

No! That is wrong! But Isaac could do? So he swallowed his opinions. He spent 2 years in the UN, until Vietnam. There, as a lieutenant-colonel, he got back to fighting for home. Durin

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