Erich stood at attention in the office of the General Staff in full dress regalia. Every award he had earned through sweat, blood, tears, and relentless service to the fatherland proudly adorned his feldgrau attire.
The seat that once belonged specifically to the Reichsmarschall was vacant, yet still centered at the table.
Flanked on its left and right sides where Germany's current greatest talent crop. Heinrich von Koch sat to the immediate right of where Bruno would have been seated. His expression was relaxed, informal, and frankly done with all of this.
He had yet to tender his resignation, simply because he didn't want to step on Bruno's big moment. But his days of sitting at this table were numbered, and he acted like it.
To the right of Heinrich was Josef "Sepp" Dietrich, newly minted Generalfeldmarschall shoulder boards crested atop his torso. His position was not nearly as relaxed as Heinrich's yet not as stern as the others.
