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« Reply #1 on: September 22, 2008, 05:15:35 PM » |
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Extracts from the Book "The BSM and me, an intimate account of the Revolution" by Capt Manuel Fabulosa (ret'd).
Now available in no bookshops at the very reasonable price of 150 million Chad Francs.
11 am. A Bacau Socialist Movement (BSM) unit, under the command of Colonel Vasco Panto, a man of cunning and strategy, but who was rumoured to have slept his way to his current command, move into Maliana with the objective of disrupting Pancasila Popular Front (PPF) operations and the aim to make any Indonesian incursion into the area unviable. The day is warm and sunny, like many warm East Timorese days the valiant men of the BSM have seen before. Unlike any typical day though, the air is filled with the sound of gunfire, and the scent of death.
It is not long before the BSM find themselves in their first gunfight of the day. They attack a well defended PPF compound in an expertly timed and planned two pronged assault. It is not to be their first victory of the day however, as the BSM are repelled after the PPF receive support from an unidentified force. Diego, a BSM demolitions expert is captured by the PPF during the attack. Although Diego was later released, he had been subject to appalling torture at the hands of the sadistic PPF, and never recovered from his emotional wounds.
Following the attack, with all hope of rescuing Diego a distant impossibility, the BSM are dejected by the apparent arrival of the Indonesian forces. They had hoped to be able to stop any Indonesian personnel from entering East Timor. Despite this, the BSM are steady in their resolve and move out to locate the Indonesian Forces. The patrol soon find a poorly concealed cache of equipment and light vehicles; it is apparent that this does not belong to Indonesian forces but other International Forces - probably American. Hooray! The international community has at last heard of the plight of the East Timorese people, and sent help.
On seeing troops land from helicopters, a wave of disappointment washes across the faces of the BSM warriors. It is soon apparent that these are indeed foreign troops, but on rendez vous, the turn out to be Australian - Australians! Was it not so long ago that the Australians had killed the BSMs popular leader, Sergio Xanana? None the less, the Australians are commanded by an imposing looking man calling himself Bruce Almighty. Perhaps, after all, they may be here to help? Intel is exchanged between the Australian Forces and the BSM, and a meeting is planned for 3pm.
Uneasy with their new allies, but acting on information received from the Australian forces anyway, the BSM moves out to secure an area thought to be being used as an Indonesian FOB. On arrival, the BSM patrol finds it deserted and booby traps it.
The BSM move on again and RV with an Australian Patrol, led by Mike Furlong at around 2.45pm, before moving up towards a church near the PPF compound. The church was merely a shell of its former self, violated by the heathen PPF. But a patrol of the vandals is seen nearby and engaged by our courageous BSM. All members of the PPF patrol were killed apart from one who was taken prisoner. The prisoner was able to confirm that Indonesian SF were operating in the area, not before having shat his pants, before being executed in a manly, yet humane fashion by Colonel Vasco Panto.
The BSM then moved up, buoyed on by their recent conquest, to attack the PPF compound, believing that they would be supported by friendly Australian troops. No Australian back up was ever received, and the BSM patrol was wiped out.
At approximately 4pm, an Intelligence Officer, under the command of Lt Colonel Rodrigo Pinto received word that the Australians were planning an attack on the PPF compound, and that Indonesian forces would be cut off from providing reinforcements - thus providing an opportunity to secure the compound. The BSM unit, under the command of Lt Col Pinto, a wise and experienced officer, moved into an attack position near the compound. The BSM intelligence officer then received word that compound was only lightly defended and that there may be a captured Australian soldier inside. The Intelligence officer, not wanting to waste any time in saving the life of an innocent then valiantly charged the compound before his comrades could catch up, single handedly killing all PPF forces inside the compound. The Australian captive was not inside.
The BSM found they were unable to contact the Australian forces after this, but reluctantly decided to try to hold the compound in the anticipation that their Australian allies would reinforce them later. The Australian reinforcements never arrived.
Just after nightfall, Lt Col Rodrigo Pinto was killed defending the compound - his head was blown clean off at point blank range by PPF machine gun fire. The second in command of the detachment, took command - though it soon transpired that he was a coward. During a PPF attack a short time later, this cowardly man, who will remain nameless to avoid bringing shame on his family (he had only achieved his rank as his uncle was a former parliamentary member of the Maliana branch of the Bacau Socialist Party), coughed up everything he knew with hardly any persuasion. The murderous bastard PPF scum gave the coward everything he deserved though and executed him. His blabbering had done him no favours.
It was at this point, sometime around midnight, that the ruggedly handsome, witty, charming and intelligent young Captain, Captain Manuel Fabulosa took command, despite taking a devastating bullet wound to the bollocks just minutes earlier. It was under Captain Fabulosa that the PPF onslaught was repelled; Infact so successful was this repulsion that the BSM were now rewarded with the defection of 2 PPF militants.
It was from these 2 defectors that the BSM were able to learn further intelligence. The PPF defectors claimed that the Indonesians had formed an alliance with the treacherous Australians, and that the PPF had themselves turned against their Indonesian allies. This seemed almost too good to be true to the bold young Captain Fabulosa, who set off immediately to discern the truth.
Unsurprisingly, Captain Fabulosa and his bunch of war weary, but well motivated men soon came under fire from the Indonesians after approaching their tents. Further patrols sent out to find the Australians also proved fruitless, which lead Captain Fabulosa to come to the conclusion that the Australians were indeed Indonesian lackeys hell bent on the destruction of East Timor.
None the less, a wry smile soon spread across the dashing Captain Fabulosa's ruggedly handsome visage. He knew that with the PPF, now at loggerheads with the Indonesians, he could now afford to rest his men while his enemies destroyed each other. The BSM set about having a brew, and dared to talk of the future of East Timor, about an East Timor free from the tyranny of the PPF and their nefarious allies the Indonesians.
Soon however, the uneasy calm that had set about the BSM compound was shattered by the homicidal intentions of the treacherous bastard Mike Furlong and his merry band of sadistic psychopaths. The unarmed BSM were slaughtered without warning; Captain Fabulosa was again wounded, with only him and a single comrade making it out alive. Anger coursed through the veins of the BSM. They new now for certain that they had been deceived by the Australians and that they were indeed in great danger. The indomitable Captain Fabulosa, despite his wounds order that the BSM should barricade themselves into the most secure building in the compound and wait it out until morning. And so they did, but with the silence of the night punctuated by the sound of heavy machine gun fire and calls of contact.
The eerie silence of the morning was broken at about 8 am by the banshee like calls of the Australian forces. Their eyes glinting with menace they burst into the compound silencing the screams of the innocent civilians with the barrels of their guns and their grenades. Soon, all that was left was the heroic Captain, wounded once again, and a trusted sergeant. Two men approached the Captain; one had already been seen by the BSM, and had been referred to as El Gringo Gingero; The other, was little more than a ball of pent up anger wound up tight like a jack in the box, ready to explode.
"Can we form an alliance?" Asked the ginger one gingerly. "You what!?" Exclaimed the captain and his sergeant whilst looking at each other in a confused manner. "You just wiped us out," continued the suave Captain. "Yeah, sorry about that but we don't really know what's going on" El Gringo Gingero's colleague interjected.
And so, the Captain and his Sergeant hammered out a deal with an Australian who for reasons unknown appeared unable or unwilling to unleash his pent up anger. $50 million, a crate full of worthless Chad Francs and the promise of Australian economic and technical aid secured the BSM's willingness to once again assault the Indonesian advisory forces.
Soon after, the heavily injured Captain was relieved by a high ranking Bacau Socialist Party leader, who refused to give his name and referred to himself only as the accountant. The accountant, in much the same way as Captain Fabulosa, was handsome, intelligent and well endowed. Unlike the Captain though, the Accountant also had a manner of ruthless evil about him, that his men feared.
When the paper work was out of the way, the BSM sped off towards the Indonesians FOB. Like a sand storm they swooped down upon the Indonesians, raining death and destruction. The extinction of the Indonesian forces was almost guaranteed, but for the intervention of the cowardly PPF, attacking the BSM from behind. The BSM returned fire, but they were surrounded and had little hope. The Indonesians and the PPF, after unleashing a hail of badly aimed bullets, left the dying BSM where they lay. Only the accountant, severely wounded by a disfiguring shot to the leg was able to crawl away…
By this time, the Maliana division of the BSM had been decimated with only a handful of new recruits, led by a sergeant, remaining to guard the compound. However, the Australians had by this time, and quite unpredictably, kept to their word and were standing by the valiant, if a little green, new recruits. Wave after wave of PPF and Indonesian forces attacked, but were skilfully beaten back by the remaining BSM with only a little help from the homesick Australians.
By 11.30 am, the BSM's enemies were in tatters. The Indonesians were rapidly withdrawing across the West Timor boarder, with the PPF all but vanquished.
I think its probably safe to assume that the film will barely resemble the book, and will glorify the actions of the Americans Australians.
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