You are authorized to use the Titan-Giganten
July 24th, 1917
Communiqué from Crown Prince Wilhelm to Generalleutnaut Konstantin Schmidt von Knobelsdorf, Commander of X Corps
You are authorized to deploy the k.u.k. Tiroler Reitende and Fliegend Einhornwaffe (Imperial and Royal Tyrolean Mounted and Flying Unicorn Brigades) for frontal assaults on a temporary basis, at your best discretion. You are also authorized to use the Titan-Giganten (Titanium Giants) on a field-limited basis. They are not authorized for use against human combatants except those officers who command and direct Bärenvolk units in the field. You will bear sole responsibility for any violation of the Geneva Conventions or other international laws of war, and if you fail all responsibility will fall to you. If however you succeed, victory shall be mine to claim.
July 26th, 1917
Field Operation Instructions (a.k.a. “orders”) to Major Horace S. Browntrout from Brigadier General Mac Allan Macaby, “Mac the Body Stacker”
You will meet with the Quartermaster General for special requisitions of rugged two-wheeled vehicles and other needed equipment for long-duration missions with limited resupply. Then you are to muster twenty of your best, most loyal Saysquacks and report to Sainte Croix en Plaine with all possible speed and with extreme discretion. There you will be issued the rest of your orders.
July 27th, 1917
Diary of Major Horace S. Browntrout. Dunkirk, France.
Stanley and I have received new orders, but the 2nd Olympian Saysquack is on our way that and we may pop on by and see Branwell. Stanley’s face will be a welcome sight to Branwell at least, though I can’t say as much for my own. I’d like to try to patch things up. Sometimes letters just won’t do, and one must have a tête-à-tête in order to set things aright. In any case, whether he is angry with me or not, I am proud of him and I’ve been meaning to tell him so for some time. Branwell can’t possibly fault me for that. Even with his brooding frown and perpetual pout I confess I miss the lad something fierce and I cannot say what it is, but every time I think of him lately I am overwhelmed with a sense of dread.
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