Chapter One Thousand Eight Hundred Fifty-Nine
23rd July 1968
Kattowitz
There were a lot of headaches involved with this operation as Hans was discovering because it was entirely his show and his temporary headquarters was a hive of activity as they prepared for the upcoming mission. The Commander of Army Group North, Dietrich Schultz, had caused Hans no end of trouble from afar. He had a hard time squaring the man on the phone with the man who had occasionally come around as the husband of one his sister’s dear friends. The 5th and 8th Armies were collectively aghast at being under the command of what they regarded as a complete lunatic along with the presence of the Marine Infantry Divisions who they were now considered on par with. There was also General Schultz’s rather unorthodox ideas in how to carry out the campaign that made the more conservative among them really howl. Hans figured that if Schultz got the same reaction from the Poles in a few days then he would be doing something right.
Then there was his dear sister who had learned that her youngest daughter had passed a major life milestone without her because of the crisis. Hans was afraid of what Kat was capable of when came to making the Polish Government pay for that. He knew from past experience that expecting her to do something insane when she got angry was in fact underestimating her. Cranking the insanity up to ten and then setting the dial on fire was probably closer to what was about to happen as the KSK went into Poland.
Here in Silesia it was a different story, Hans had the 2nd, 3rd, and 6th Armies under his direct command. He had been surprised to see that his former command, the 3rd Landwehr, based in Silesia had greeted him with a lot of fanfare. They had been tasked with setting up the logistics ahead of his arrival and clearly remembered him. He had also received word from Kurt Knispel that the Bohemian Panzer Corps was prepared to jump across the border into Galicia as soon as he did. Hans would need to correct Kurt as soon as he saw him. The disputed territory was legally a part of Poland until the political process played out. Talk about this matter where it seemed like they were taking sides would complicate the mission and Hans didn’t want that.
“Sir, your notes for the press conference are ready” One of his aides said upon entering his office. “Do I need to go over the points with you again?”
Of all the things that Hans had ever thought that he had needed, a team of Public Relations Officers had not exactly been too high on the list. They were the ones who had insisted on coaching him in how to answer questions from the press without actually telling them anything of any importance. Join the Army and learn a trade, Hans thought to himself sarcastically.
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Meeting the Tigress earlier that week had been unexpected. Fürstin von Mischner had arrived at 7th Recon’s bivouac and had requested to meet with Christian personally. It seemed that she had known his Uncle Karl decades earlier and hoped that Christian would prove just as brave and resourceful as he had been. Naturally, he had a lot of questions with his father’s oldest brother having died years before Christian had been born. The Fürstin had been happy to answer them, stating that Christian’s Uncle had been an explosives expert in the Heer before he had been recruited by Abwehr. That included being part of the team that had worked directly for Jacob von Schmidt and led by Johann Schultz. Those were two names that Christian was familiar with. She had then mentioned that Christian’s Uncle had attempted to disarm the bomb in the basement of the Reichstag while the evacuation had been going on throughout the building. When the Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross had been instituted in 1944, Karl Weise had been the first soldier to be awarded the medal, posthumously.
Christian’s Uncle Karl had been a face in a photograph that his Grandmother kept on the mantlepiece and no one had ever talked about him. The Fürstin had described him as a fun prankster, the sort who could make a bomb out of nearly anything and had been all around the world. He had also been someone who had gone into a dangerous situation to save lives, knowing that the odds were heavily stacked against him, without any thought for himself.
All of that had left Christian rather thoughtful as the 7th Recon prepared to be one of the first elements of the 2nd Army to cross into Poland. He had recently been promoted to Gefreiter and when the 7th had gotten orders for movement, he had been a bit put out. Manny was stuck babysitting the Emperor, taking part in the elaborate rituals that took place at the Imperial Residence and the Neue Wache for the next year so that tourists could gawk at him. He was going to be out where the real action was. Manny told him not to worry about it and had been amused by Christian’s introduction to his Aunt Kat. It seemed that there was an entirely different side to the woman who he had met a few days earlier.
Looking at the Iltis that would be his ride for however long this thing lasted, Christian’s personal hope was that his luck would be far better than his Uncle’s had been. He hated to think of it that way, but that really was his present lot in life.