And now about the cauldron sing like elves and fairies in a ring, enchanting all that you put in.
(William Shakespeare)
Vizefeldwebel Heinz Drechsler peered through the ocular. Yeah, almost… He beckoned slowly with his right arm. The soldier with the ranging pole took a careful step in the direction indicated. Good! He made the okay sign – and the soldier rammed the pole into the ground. All right, next one…
Constructing a camp was not rocket science. But it took some time. This one here was designated to accommodate a field hospital. The basis was a huge existing parking lot, which, unfortunately, wasn’t huge enough to accept all facilities. One would have to remove two rotten houses and several trees. No big affair, only that the bulldozers hadn’t arrived yet…
The troops would bring their tents – and erect them themselves. Therefore, one had just to prepare the surfaces – and check drainage. In most cases, the old English drainage system was still functional and could be used – after clean-up. That was saving a lot of work.
Thank goodness, the use of houses and other buildings had been foreclosed. They were all rotten junk, full of dangerous debris and vermin. Hence, one was avoiding the city centre of Kingston. The port facilities were under the thumb of the Kaiserliche Marine. The road system was available – after a bulldozer had pushed aside all the wreckage.
The place here was called Cottingham, a small village halfway turned into a suburb already. There were, however, some large treeless meadows to the north, which could serve as landing pads for helis. They were needed for the hospital.
Drechsler was a seasoned engineer NCO. Setting up the facilities for an army corps in this way was a new challenge for him and his comrades. In Germany, during exercises, one was always using existing infrastructure. But here in England, this approach had been ruled out from the start. It would be tents – and some prefabricated huts for classified areas.
The combat troops – infantry, tanks and recce – were already here, living and sleeping in or on their vehicles, poor sods. The corps HQ was still afloat, but pushing hard for debarkation. – A hooting sound jolted Drechsler out of his musings. The bulldozers were coming! About time…
(William Shakespeare)
Vizefeldwebel Heinz Drechsler peered through the ocular. Yeah, almost… He beckoned slowly with his right arm. The soldier with the ranging pole took a careful step in the direction indicated. Good! He made the okay sign – and the soldier rammed the pole into the ground. All right, next one…
Constructing a camp was not rocket science. But it took some time. This one here was designated to accommodate a field hospital. The basis was a huge existing parking lot, which, unfortunately, wasn’t huge enough to accept all facilities. One would have to remove two rotten houses and several trees. No big affair, only that the bulldozers hadn’t arrived yet…
The troops would bring their tents – and erect them themselves. Therefore, one had just to prepare the surfaces – and check drainage. In most cases, the old English drainage system was still functional and could be used – after clean-up. That was saving a lot of work.
Thank goodness, the use of houses and other buildings had been foreclosed. They were all rotten junk, full of dangerous debris and vermin. Hence, one was avoiding the city centre of Kingston. The port facilities were under the thumb of the Kaiserliche Marine. The road system was available – after a bulldozer had pushed aside all the wreckage.
The place here was called Cottingham, a small village halfway turned into a suburb already. There were, however, some large treeless meadows to the north, which could serve as landing pads for helis. They were needed for the hospital.
Drechsler was a seasoned engineer NCO. Setting up the facilities for an army corps in this way was a new challenge for him and his comrades. In Germany, during exercises, one was always using existing infrastructure. But here in England, this approach had been ruled out from the start. It would be tents – and some prefabricated huts for classified areas.
The combat troops – infantry, tanks and recce – were already here, living and sleeping in or on their vehicles, poor sods. The corps HQ was still afloat, but pushing hard for debarkation. – A hooting sound jolted Drechsler out of his musings. The bulldozers were coming! About time…