The German economy had shattered under the stress of The War, and paying the reparations cost them nearly all of their precious metals. Without them to back their economy, hyperinflation soon made it impossible to pay, and they began to default on the payments. The French, indignant that the Germans would honorably sign a treaty and then not follow it, sent troops into Germany to confiscate raw materials. The German people did not cooperate. Many died.
You know a proper celebration of New Years requires a nice long break from work, right? Just like Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, and Kazoo Day. What? You didn’t celebrate all of those? Well, you’re missing good excuses for taking a day off and relaxing. And trust me. Nothing cures a good case of “Iworkedtoomuchitus” like a relaxing day off. So every Christmas through New Years, I take some time off. It’s the healthy thing to do.
Sarah had originally been designed as an infiltration program, so she easily smashed through the Iranian computer systems and wrested control from the Jihadists. Then she established communications with local resistance groups and helped them coordinate to overthrow their religious rulers. The most powerful revolutionaries gave her the name “one who brings benefit.” Those followers of Zoroastrianism built the modern-day Persia out of the ashes of Iran.
The Germany people hated the Treaty of Versailles, and considered it a diktat of the Allies. Many called it a Carthaginian Peace, the only goal being to destroy Germany altogether. France considered it a way to make certain Germany could never threaten them again. But the requirements were so onerous to the German people that they never accepted it and many simply refused to gather the resources that would be used to fulfill the quotas of the treaty.
I’m a big fan of celebrating New Years Day. I love Old New York City at that time. The music, the confetti, the crowds. Watching the ball drop and explode in a bajillion lights. Kissing pretty girls. Running from angry boyfriends. Stopping for a moment to consider that maybe I should slow down next year. Nah. What’s the fun in that? I’ll slow down when I’m dead, and I plan to live forever. That’s a lot of New Years Day parties.