I designed this line of Star Wars-themed sweaters for a sweater knits course last spring; being an Apparel Design student is occasionally awesome (graduating this spring!). I wanted to share it, because I love how it turned out.
September 6, 1917 - Haydarpaşa Train Station Explosion Cripples Ottoman Logistics
Pictured - The burnt-out shell of Haydarpaşa terminal, Turkey’s important train junction on the Asian side of Istanbul.
For the last two hundred years Europeans had been gleefully predicting the downfall of Ottoman Turkey. What had once been a superpower had become by the 20th century the long-term “sick man of Europe,” a archaic empire on the verge of breakup due to both internal rot and external pressure.
The fact that Ottoman armies were still holding their lines in 1917 after three years of total war was, for many Allied war planners, astounding. This is especially true when we consider that in 1917 the Ottoman army could only field 450,000 troops on the front. And there logitics left much to be desired.
The Ottoman forces in Palestine and Mesopotamia relied on a single railway track that crept through the desert back to Istanbul, where it terminated on the Asian side at the village of Haydarpaşa. There were no tunnels through the Taurus and Amanus mountain ranges in Asia Minor, so any supplies or troops bound for Palestine had to get off and back on at least five times during their journey, and carry supplies by mule overland.
This railway was the lifeline of the latest Turkish war plan. A new army group, called Yildirim or Thunderbolt Force, had been assembled out of Turkish reserves and German reinforcements. The soldiers were trained and equipped in stormtrooper-fashion, with grenades, heavy artillery, and light machine-guns. Germany’s top man in the Near East, Erich von Falkenhayn, planned to use this army group to strike at British forces in Palestine, pushing them back to the Suez Canal.
Luckily for the British, the planned attack never came through. On September 6 a massive explosion rocked Haydarpaşa station. At the time authorities blamed the damage on British agents, but it as likely came from hasty porters loading artillery shells. All that was left of the station was a burnt-out shell; 1,000 people, mostly civilians, died. Ottoman woes continued.
Fluctuat Nec Mergitur | Chapter One: We Will Not Go Gently
Cassian Andor/ Reader
Summary: Everything. You give everything you have to the Alliance. You place your heart and your life on the line for the sake of the galaxy. When you become sidelined by invading stormtroopers, you know what you have to do- even if it kills you.
Author’s notes: *blows dust away from this* wowee mama! i totally forgot about this fic. a little dark but observes the human condition, fighting between doing what someone says is right and what feels right to you. this fic takes place about, eh, several years before the events in RO.
translation: “Tossed by the waves but never sunk”
You wish you could believe that the meaningful work you were doing was actually making an impact in the galaxy. You kept journals that chronicled all the missions you embarked on to keep track of your progress (or lack thereof) in making a difference. What hurt the most is that the most common theme throughout was seeing the fear in everyone’s eyes, especially the innocent bystanders.
You struggled, sure, but you keep on going. If everyone is still fighting, then you should be too, right? And it’s not like you hate the Alliance, you just hate what you had to do to protect the galaxy.