Gamelin stepped into the command tent and didn't speak for a long time.
Moreau stood at the table, sleeves rolled, staring at the large pinned maps.
Dozens of pins, tags, small colored flags, and circles sketched in pencil.
Most commanders would update territory weekly.
Moreau updated it by the hour.
Gamelin cleared his throat. "You've seen the latest field reports?"
"I wrote them."
"The 12th Division just passed the Gállego. We now hold all of Huesca province. Albalate, Sabiñánigo, and Monzón are under control. We're pressing on Jaca again."
Moreau nodded once.
Gamelin stepped closer to the table, eyeing the grid.
"You're ordering fortified grids at every secured town. Not just checkpoints. Bunkers, trenches, logistics caches, localized radio nodes. The engineer corps sent a message up half their men haven't rotated off the line in nine days."
"They'll rotate once the lines are drawn clean," Moreau said, without turning.
