The war that swept across the 8 cities was ferocious.  Many were lost.  It was a war that was over quicker than many anticipated and it was a far that needed fought.  It was also, I think, a war that in many ways brought the best out of all the participants.  Roman and –Premeir fought hard and to the last.  Roman’s attempt to sue for peace was a first but it was qualified with realism and was met with a hard-headed defiance from the enemies that were ranged against him and his allies. 

An immense amount of kudos is due to the other Godfathers who planned and co-ordinated the attack.  This was no mean feat – the paranoia that was rampant in this thing of ours meant that secrecy was paramount.  There were no leaks.  Everything went according to plan.  People risked everything – and they had a lot to lose – and the entire enterprise was planned and executed selflessly.  It was, if you will, a “good war”.  A fairly clean war it was Winter of Discontent War.

Now the question arises, what did *you* do in the war?

This is an opportunity to record your take on events.  An oral history of an epoch shattering, and zeitgeist defining, war.  A takedown, a war of firsts.

WHAT DID YOU DO IN THIS WAR?

I sorted out the cuppas.

i did nothing during the war. the reason that i returned to these shores was the war. i heard that changes where occuring and things where to be different. so here i stand in this post war era listening to people tell stories about the collapse of an empire and the rise of the new day

I did nothing in the war,any witness statements that say otherwise are clearly doctored and should be discarded

The run up to the war was tense, eerie.  There was talk of terrorists, people were banned.  Those who knew what was coming jealously guarded the information.

-Premeir, before he died, told a foe that JimmyNapoli was felled by -Premeir.  -Premeir claimed that he had logs showing Napoli's complicity in a plot against him, was alerted to Napoli's presence in his city and then shot him dead.  It has never been verified and couldn't be in the fog of war that followed it.

I took a vote, and then took a bullet to the head.

I'll admit, i've had better days

What would society be like now had the changes not been made?

What I find amazing is people standing before me talking about taking bullets to the head and telling me they're dead. Are you feeling alright kids?!

I held Chuckle's jock strap.

How many comrades did you have on that detail?

My father killed a new york mobster, then killed 2 and wounded one of Romans bgs and then came to a sad end swimming with the fishes...

But all in all it was a great event and something that was truly due for a long time. And from almost everyone i heard it was intense and exciting even if deadly for many.

Budd spots the perfect opportunity for a ramble.

"Before all the troubles that happened on these lil old streets of ours, I had myself a wife an kids up in Henderson. we didn't have much but it was a simple life. I owned a nice tailors outlet in the centre of Las Vegas, where they had started to put up one of them fancy casinos."

Budd stops for a second to take a little drink from a cup he had on him.

"Anyways, back to your question. My brother, Charles Rico may he rest in peace, came barging in one day with a few of his friends. Now they were the fancy city folk with the hats and Duffel coats, you know what kind I'm talking about. they had gotten themselves into a world of trouble. Charlie took me into the back room and said that he needed to use my business as a hideout for a couple of days. told me something big was happening and that he and his boss, I believe his name was bob or something was going to be attacked soon. I told him that he could stay as long as he needed. he offered me money but I told him we were brothers and that I'm sure if I were in trouble he would of done the same to me. Looking back I with I'd of taken the money. I could of bought myself a Rolex, do you know on them fancy watches that the second hand just turns so smoothly, no tick tick tick with them."

Budd paused for a second to get his mind on track

"So yeah, when I come to see how he is doing a day later I find that my tailor shop has been burned down. some sort of arson attack. my brother died in the fire. The Insurance company wouldn't pay up either, said that I was involved in some sort of "mob activity" and i wasn't covered. I had the police come around and question me. I never really know what my brother got up to."

War?

what war? We beat those damn germans back in '17, man, did I make a bundle reselling the to the goverment their own scrap metal.

Oh yeah, you mean all the recent stuff that went down in NY and Chicago, eh, fuggitabotit.  I was taking a nap after a huge bowl of pasta and some vino.

Man, I slept like for days and woke up, all I could see were the mourge wagons.

Missed it all

MRSA steps out to the streets for the first time since all the blood shed.

"What I did......... I fucking protected my boss... THATS WHAT I DID!!!!!!  And Im proud of it. Because that what we do."

MRSA steps back into the alleyway from where he came.

I carrdeed SexBeast mirdor, my friendddd!! (everyone feels a mist on their face)

I watched two of my cl's die and did whatever person was giving me orders told me to

Well From what I heard My father helped his by being a pro shot helping the rest of his family and city take a shit on people

Sarge Steps back..."Wish i could of did more" But it was a Great war.

i was on the cuppa soup. sitting in a corner crying

As Stark walked the streets he overheard a group of mobster on the corner talking about the recent wars, lighting a cigarette he shuffled over to listen to the various war stories being regaled.

With my bloodline having only recently returned to these shores, my uncle, in his ignorance had no idea of the trouble's yet to come that would eventually end his life.

But despite the mistrust and paranoia that was rife within the streets, he was given a chance to prove his worth. So with a pledge of loyalty he went about his business, but with each passing day he became increasingly aware of the dark clouds of war gathering on the horizon.

Bloodline's banished from the eight cities, disgruntled offspring of murdered mobsters calling on the godfathers to take action against the long standing powers that had for years ruled these streets. The storm was gathering momentum.

Of the how or why the war started had started my late uncle could not say. But start it did, and he found himself in the thick of it. Death or glory. He did the only thing he knew, he fought tooth and nail beside his family until the bitter end.

His time on these streets was short, but he stood fast, his pledge of loyalty was iron and would not be broken, of that I am proud.