“So… Would you mind telling me about your time in the Balkans?” Marcus asked the elderly veteran. Alexandros Coustas let out an audible sigh as he threw the cigarette out of the window and moved himself over to a nearby chair so that he could get a good view of his associate.
“The Balkans was the powder keg of Europe, especially after the Ottoman government got overthrown back in 1913 by Enver Pasha… I was only a boy then, just tending to the family farm in Thrace. The war started in 1919 when the Ottoman Air Force began raids on the nearby towns. Constantinople was shelled before it was re-captured in mid-1920. That was when I signed up for the war…”
Marcus nodded as he started to take notes, thinking of what Coustas had gone through whilst with the British and Greek regiments. The war seemed like more of the Second World War he was familiar with than the Great War his family fought in. The rapid adoption of combat-ready aircraft and tanks by both sides in an attempt to challenge the Germans in the 1900’s must’ve been the reason why.
Coustas continued to talk, attempting to discuss his time in the military with a rather level tone. But Marcus knew that he would slip up somewhere along the line…
“I was sent to hold the line against the Turkish forces in 1922 by the British.” The elderly veteran let out yet another audible sigh before lighting another cigarette. “The constant chemical weapons and those damned artillery strikes killed most of our men. I remember hearing the screams of our Austrian brethren dying amongst our French and British commanders…”
“War is hell, Mister Mueller. The Balkans were seen as a never ending hell for us. 1923 was the worst, we thought that the Turks would win, by that time they’d overran most of Greece, leaving only a few islands and the Peloponnese unconquered as their unstoppable armies marched into southern Austria-Hungary.”
The young aristocrat nodded in response. He specifically remembered his great-grandfather having served on the Somme and Gallipoli, the latter of which having still have occurred in this strange timeline, but with much better results…
“I do hope that you have a strong stomach…”
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