Sorry for not updating in so long! I had been busy with school and dealing with writer’s block, i’ll try to not be as miserable with this update schedule next time!
June 2, 1940
Manstein looked wearily at his peers. Halder
and Rundstedt stood on the left and right sides of the table, respectively. Kesselring was on his side, his face a ghastly white. The room they were in wasn’t very big, not much more than a villa along the Moselle near the Luxembourgish border. The windows were closed, and the light from them magnified the stuffy summer air of the room. Looking outside the villa, SS guards stood outside watching, and some were near the doors. Manstein felt even more uncomfortable. Around Wehrmacht guards he’d feel safer, but the SS has every reason to hurt him. On the other side of the table, sat the Fuhrer himself, Adolf Hitler. The entire building was silent, until Hitler growled “I asked you a question Halder, answer.” Halder cleared his throat, and leaned towards the map of the Benelux and Northern France. “Bock’s forces were defeated at Rotterdam on the 26th. Dutch resistance efforts forced Bock to relocate his headquarters to Eindhoven. British and Dutch forces have made a spearhead towards Amsterdam and operations have taken place against Holland. Paratrooper battalions were encircled in Zeeland, however our forces have gather to retake Rotterdam and reestablish friendly positions within the Netherlands. Further south, group B had to pull armor from Belgium to relieve the position in the Netherlands, this has allowed French and Belgian armies to take land up to the Meuse, recapturing Antwerp and Brussels.” Halder sighed. Rundstedt and Manstein stared at each other, both our faces pale and slicked with a glistening sweat. The true disaster was yet to be revealed to the Fuhrer. Halder inhaled “The entire XV corps has been encircled and annihilated, the corps consisting of the 5th and 7th Panzer divisions and the 62nd infantry. French armored offensives towards Sedan resulted in our defeats. The 2nd Panzer and the Großdeutcheland have been routed. The fall of Sedan has resulted in the collective pocketing of over half of the XIV corps and the destruction of the 3rd Infantry. the rest of our forces evacuated the Sickle, although the fourth army was forced to abandon 1/6 of heavy equipment to make it across the Meuse in time.” Hitler confusedly asked “Does Bock have an explanation for the resistance in the Netherlands?” Manstein sighed. At least he didn’t ask why he was still breathing, at least, not yet. Halder continued “In the eve of the Anglo-French counterassault, Wehrmacht forces...” Halder knew what would happen if he said it, but still carried on. “Lost faith in the war. Large scale mutinies and deserters, and soldiers looted the countryside. SS soldiers deployed to stop the savagery ended up escalating the conflict, and the civilians, caught in crossfire, began spreading rumors that our armies were going to massacre the cities and destroy the infrastructure.” Rundstedt sat down. All Hitler did was blankly state at the map. Hitler knew what this meant. This was our Marne, our Gettysburg. Hitler then spoke. “Alright then. Assume defensive positions along the Meuse, we will focus our efforts on holding Holland. Their air forces have surely been damaged, we will perform defensive operations and retaliatory attacks against the forces in Zeeland. And tell that good for nothing, oriental sack of bones named Kesselring to fix this goddamn mess.” Hitler dismissed them all, and Manstein left the villa into the crisp summer air. He could feel the ever slight tingle of the coming early autumn breeze, but paid no mind to it. As Rundstedt and Halder embarked on their motorcade, Manstein felt a chill down his spine. He knew Hitler’s patience with him was thinning, and understood the precarious position he was in. Manstein however, knew this. Regardless of the outcome of this war, he was going to make sure he made it out of this alive.