Story 2282
Near Parma Italy, October 26, 1943
Brigadier Williamson drank his coffee. His aide hurried some toast onto the plate next to the bacon and fried tomotoes. The red fruit was locally sourced.
"How is the general?" The assistant division commander asked with concern. The major general commanding the division had clutched his stomach late last night during a briefing.
"Not good, ulcers acting up and surgeons are probably going to cut him open by the weekend. They want to give him some medication first."
The division would be his for at least a few more hours until either the corps or Army commander sent a more senior man forward to take over the 1st Division.
Brigadier Williamson drank his coffee. His aide hurried some toast onto the plate next to the bacon and fried tomotoes. The red fruit was locally sourced.
"How is the general?" The assistant division commander asked with concern. The major general commanding the division had clutched his stomach late last night during a briefing.
"Not good, ulcers acting up and surgeons are probably going to cut him open by the weekend. They want to give him some medication first."
The division would be his for at least a few more hours until either the corps or Army commander sent a more senior man forward to take over the 1st Division.