The New Year came as quickly as the previous one had passed. The peaceful decompression from the battlefield ended far too soon for comfort, while paradoxically not soon enough.
Either way, Erich once more found himself on a train headed back to active service.
He and his men were not scheduled for immediate redeployment to combat. Instead, the next few months would be spent out of rotation, training on new weapons platforms and bringing the latest replacements up to speed.
The war was still raging, but for now, preparation had replaced bloodshed.
The train car was filled with other soldiers, each in a similar position, though many were from entirely different units.
Tyrol was known primarily for producing Gebirgsjäger, not airborne infantry or Panzergrenadiers.
Erich could count himself among the few natives of the Grand Principality who had taken to the skies rather than the mountains, and it did not go unnoticed.
