Letters of a ragged Field Marshal

Day 901, 15:04 • Published in Croatia Greece • by Greek Ministry of Health
Most beloved Sheila,

Days on the eastern front have been hard on our forces, but morale is still high. Though with great sacrifice, we managed to break through at Heilongjiang and finally routed the enemy from this godforsaken rock. With great costs and against the odds, we finally won. It hasn’t been easy, but I remember looking at all the young soldiers coming from different countries and cultures throughout the alliance. I remember seeing the fire in their eyes, I remember hearing their hearts beat together as one, unified towards the common goal. And those heartbeats were the ones that achieved victory, not our tanks, not our guns, not our bullets…

We crippled our opponents, we cursed, thrusting ravingly through their lines, we beat them back. And though worthy, they faltered, and ultimatly, they fell. I have never been prouder in my entire life, proud of what I have been a part of, most proud of what we have achieved. After the fortress of Heilongjiang was liberated, we thought the war was over, we thought that we could soon go home. Home… I have been fighting for far too many months to remember what home looked like. But there is still something that follows me regardless, there is still something which I haven’t lost yet. I can still, after all this time, sigh upon the rosey smell of your lips.

A few days after, while the onslaught in China continued, the mobile troops commanders shifted their attention elsewhere. Our new objective was the very heart of the enemy, the very core of Hungary. Coordinated attacks commenced simultaniously, and before they knew it, before they could even react, their country was under siege. We secured Western Transdanubia pretty quickly and in a matter of days, in a mere week, the only region left standing was Central Hungary. Sadly, we couldn’t break through, they were determined. Desperate, but determined, I’ll grant them that.

My biggest challenge now is to keep the morale high with the men while not telling too much. At the moment, they start to think we have lost the initiative. That pulling back the fronts means that the tide might be turning against us. If I could just give them the slightest of insights in what is about to unfold, their spirits would boost. It would have been so nice to see their faces brighten in anticipation, but I can not. Not yet.

And now we have to move on. What the people at headquarters call a mere prelude is behind us, and now the real fighting is just about to begin. I do not know in particular where my platoons are sent next. I do not know if I’ll be able to write soon, I do not know if you are in fact reading this, but what I know for a fact is that no matter the place, no matter the costs, we shall fight. We may lose a battle, but we shall never lose this war! If the enemy only knew what was coming their way...

My everlasting love to you, my one and only Sheila.

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