The war in the Philippines had caught Bruno off guard. He had heard whispers of movements rising in the East, but his focus had been elsewhere.
Whether it was the hostile takeover of American industry and infrastructure, the war in New Guinea against the Japanese, or simply Heinrich's wedding; Bruno's schedule had been packed.
He had spent months in Berlin away from his family, living in the office of the German Army's General Staff, sleeping at his desk or on a spare bunk in the barracks.
Showering and performing other basic hygiene alongside enlisted soldiers. It was a far cry from the comfort he enjoyed as Supreme Marshal of the Realm while living in Tyrol.
The title was unofficial, something he had coined himself to reflect his position; not only as Chief of Staff within the German Armed Forces, but as the man whom all the branches, and their leadership, regarded as their superior.
