Shelter

September in the Rain

 "Yea. The French are going to hitch the white flag again more than likely."

                       Thats all we are saying in Strasbourg. We are all partying after our successful offenses in the north. We had to deal with a few Skirmishes trying to march into Metz, but our shells just blew them away. We invaded a month ago and that month was hard. It was quite lonely. Hopefully after we murder over one hundred thousand of them that they will surrender. Maybe in a week or so. All the women in Strasbourg are getting with us soldiers. Ah the glamor is worth it. I fell attracted to this one lady, her name Josephine Brounetta. A daughter of our leading officer, Oberst Klein Hubert Brounetta. He is quite decorated, as well, he was honored to be a commander of the Second Bavarian Army, a unit that is 100,000 strong, but he declined in order to serve near his family. He has thought fairly of me, I mean after all, I still talk to his daughter on the occassion.

               Another point that he trusts me is that a new Howziter that arrived and he put me head of the crew manning it. Of course he will be suprivising along with Leutnant Claus Franz which is in command of our detatchment. I had myself a wife formally in Munich, but she fell to a disease when she visited our colonies in Africa. She wanted to buy land there and start up some sort of mansion for us and our family. Seeing my income was no where near enough to pay for it, her family, which were either political leaders, military officers, or business owners, helped pay for it. I miss her to this day. But I have do not mourn anymore. Meh. I met this one person, his name was Adolf something, Adolf Hitler? He was midly amusing to talk with. He was born in Austria and serving some Bavarian unit. He was quite for the war. Anyways he delivered me the message about the howziter. Sigh. Well that was all for a while. Until the next month came...