Who doesn't like "panzerplatten?" :
Who doesn't like "panzerplatten?" :
Listen, nobody might be talking about it, but there is 1 thing you can guarantee soldiers will do, and that is gossip.It is funny how this works, how food becomes the primary consideration in the field. No one is talking about eliminating the Field Kitchens yet the possibility of not being as dependent upon them while simplifying logistics instantly has everyone up in arms. Care to guess why it took the OKW 30 years to make this change? In OTL it took losing a war and having to rebuild from scratch under the watchful eye of the US Army. At the same time, the Soldaten in the MIKM would have committed bloody murder to get the ration packs everyone is complaining about when they were slogging their way through SE Asia during the Pacific War.
It's crazy how the sailors aboard the AMPHIBs would steal our c-rats out of the cargo holds so they didn't have to go up to the mess deck for midnight rations.Listen, nobody might be talking about it, but there is 1 thing you can guarantee soldiers will do, and that is gossip.
And every tale grows in the telling, given enough time it will grow from "Hey, we are getting new rations for in the field" to "we are never being fed hot meals again because the brass think hot food makes us weak".
What I know of sailors, at least half of them were doing it to fuck with you for not being sailors.It's crazy how the sailors aboard the AMPHIBs would steal our c-rats out of the cargo holds so they didn't have to go up to the mess deck for midnight rations.
Had me until this part.Considering the sort of near cult like devotion that the average Soldaten has towards the field kitchen, if I was in the Bendlerblock I'd be worrying about the words "Soldiers Mutiny" right now with this. What accounts I've read from NATO veterans, the Germans both have it down to an art form and are very protective of their kitchen equipment.
Will give it this much, not so much a step up from actual German field rations from the 40's as a leap to the stars in quality, but still, there's going to be grumbling until the only generations in the military have only known them, and even then they'll grumble about about the old ones being better.
In 70 while attending officer training at Quantico Va, still eating ham & limas from 1954.British hardtack biscuits were infamous for there durability. There are stories of British soldiers breaking them with rocks and soaking them in soup or tea before eating them. One British soldier fighting in the 2nd Boer War recorded in his diary of how his entire company deliberately left their hardtack outside in the rain in the faint hope that it would be soft enough to eat in the morning. There are also incidents were British soldiers even used hardtack as postcards, successfully!
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Sadly, REMFs frequently withheld the new stuff until all the old stuff had been eaten,
Looks like Marie is having a depressive episode. Those derailed my Masters last year.Marie knew that if she wasn’t going to be studying, she had other, far more productive uses for her time. Her laundry wasn’t going to do itself and she needed to go to the market unless she wanted Cheerios for dinner, because there wasn’t really anything else. She could also swim laps in the indoor poor at the Ladies Athletic Club, something which would help her sleep that night. Still, looking out her window at the cold evening with the snow on the ground in the small gardens behind the buildings which were bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, Marie was finding that she was having trouble finding the motivation.
The studio apartment she lives in is located in the Milton Parc Neighborhood of Montreal on Rue Sainte-Famille. The main campus of McGill is less than a Kilometer south of there. It doesn't get much easier than that.Once again a female character takes the hard way when there is a much easier path to take.
Marie could have just asked her mother to spring for either a nice residential hotel apartment or a temporary rental apartment near the university.
Damn Amedeo, big favor to call in!Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred Sixty
19th February 1978
Near Oranienburg, Brandenburg
It looked like a university campus until you got closer and noticed that the concrete buildings had few doors or exterior windows. It was also ringed with chain-link fences topped with concertina wire. Despite it being a clear winter day, there was little warmth in the sunlight, and it felt as if despair was oozing out of the walls. Amedeo Giovanni pushed that out his mind as he walked into the Oranienburg Women’s Prison. Before the death of his brother he had served as a Ship’s Officer in the Italian Navy in one capacity or another his entire adult life and that had including commanding a Destroyer. A powerful winter gale on the North Atlantic was the most fearsome thing a man could face, and he had done that many times. So, Amedeo knew that he had little to fear in a place like this.
When he arrived in the visiting room Amedeo was a bit surprised by appearance of Gudrun Himmler. When Nan had told him what had happened to her as a child, she had made Gudrun sound like some kind of ogre. The woman he saw was not like that. She would have looked harmless except there was not like that. To Amedeo, she looked like a deflated balloon in human form until he saw the pinched look on her face. Something about it suggested that she was incredibly bitter about her predicament.
“Just who are you supposed to be?” Gudrun demanded when she saw Amedeo through the shatterproof glass that had been reinforced with what looked like chicken wire. They were able to talk through a staticky intercom that made private conversation impossible. That was probably by design if Amedeo had to guess.
“I wish I could say that I was pleased to make your acquaintance Signora, but I am not” Amedeo said, “I am Capitano Amedeo Giovanni di Sovioa of the Italian Regia Marina.”
Gudrun just stared at him through the glass.
This was no way to talk to someone, Amedeo thought to himself. He understood the reason for it, that didn’t mean that he had to like it though.
“What a complete load of shit” Gudrun muttered to herself.
“Regardless of your opinion of me, you possess certain information that would be of great help to an acquaintance of mine…” Amedeo before he noticed the expression on Gudrun’s face change. Like if he had just said something incredibly funny.
“So, that little skank found a catspaw to ask her questions?” Gudrun asked, “You are just the same as all the rest I’m sure, falling for the damsel in distress act while convincing yourself that you are the only one she spreads her legs for.”
Amedeo could see the smirk on Gudrun’s face. She found that quite funny and had a high opinion of her own cleverness. She had no idea that Amedeo had been expecting her to behave this way and had come prepared.
“You have been stuck in this hole, or one like it, for the last decade” Amedeo said as he opened his briefcase and looked through the papers before he found the envelope he wanted. “You clearly don’t really know Annett at all. She didn’t ask me to come here today, but I can see that filling in the blanks that exist in her past will help her get on with her life.”
“Why should I?” Gudrun asked smugly.
“Before I came here, I did a bit of looking myself” Amedeo replied, “Called in a favor or two that my family has in both high and low places. Do you want to know what I learned?”
Gudrun just gave him that mirthless, smug smirk in reply.
“I learned that there is one thing you actually care about” Amedeo said before opening the envelope.
Gudrun’s expression never changed, she thought that all of this was funny.
With that Amedeo held the letter up against the glass for Gudrun to read. Her smug satisfaction vanished in a heartbeat and her face turned white as a sheet.
“Is that a joke?” Gudrun asked, her former confidence shaken.
“I can assure you that this is very real” Amedeo replied, “I told you that I called in a few favors, that included with Paul VI. With what you were convicted of it wasn’t even a heavy lift to convince him that you were deserving. You continue with your refusal to cooperate, and your excommunication becomes official.”
Gudrun stared at him through the glass with a look of shock on her face. Of all the things that had been said to her to get her to divulge what she knew about her father’s experiments, no one had come at her at this angle. She had been adamant that her father had been a great man, ahead of his time. At the same time using her knowledge of the details to needle the only survivor, Annett Pfenning. Amedeo just wanted to be free Nan of this madness because he had seen the effect that it still had on her. Finding out that Amedeo’s father had learned of her past had basically caused Nan to shut down. She had told Amedeo the truth, but it was said with total detachment which had been extremely disturbing.
“Now, we are going to have a frank discussion” Amedeo said, “Simple things, like names, dates, and you are going to leave nothing out.”
Amedeo is a very dangerous man, when he chooses to be. Calling those favours with the Pope is a brilliant move. Gudrun considers herself to be a devout and loyal Catholic, discovering that the Pope himself disagrees with that viewpoint, and is perfectly willing to consign her immortal soul to the deepest, darkest pits of hell for her part in her father's crime, has broken her.“I can assure you that this is very real” Amedeo replied, “I told you that I called in a few favors, that included with Paul VI. With what you were convicted of it wasn’t even a heavy lift to convince him that you were deserving. You continue with your refusal to cooperate, and your excommunication becomes official.”