Through the cacophony, an assembly of officers is situated in a drawing room, with cobwebs and dust dancing in the vaulted ceilings. Inside, a blinding swarm of personnel is bustling every which way, accompanied with the clatter of field boots and radio chatter which fills the air. It creaks open as a lieutenant, preoccupied with a dossier in his hand, scurries past, only managing a quick salute.
"REGIMENTAL HEADQUARTERS" is hastily scrawled on a plank across the white door. The sun glints off the windows of a majestic manor house before dulling on the ivy growing on the walls. The roar of engines drown out the echo of thoughts during a warm day in Holland.
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