I. Sitting On Our Arses
August 4, 1914
South of Aachen, Germany
"We are sitting on our arses while the damned generals bicker and argue" Gustav thought to himself as he busied himself, cleaning his Luger. Europe had exploded like a powder keg around him, and being an infantry officer in the III Army Corps, Oberleutnant Reimer found himself on the border of Belgium about to strike the first blow for the Kaiser. Gustav had been given preliminary instructions that he and his troops would be pushing through Belgium on to France and that he'd be back home in Gelsenkirchen by Christmas.
A little after midnight Gustav finally allowed himself to nod off to try to catch a few hours of sleep, but as soon as his mind began to drift, he was woken by his aide. "Damn your eyes, Hirsch, what the hell could you possibly want?" he growled groggily.
"Sir, orders from Brigade, we're packing up and moving out."
"At this hour? Well at least the Belgians will be as tired as us."
"No Sir, we're heading South. The damned frogs just moved into Elsaß-Lothringen. We need to help our boys down there."
Oberleutnant Reimer packed his belongings back in his trunk, lit a cigarette, and cursed. "Belgium will have to wait for now."
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