Chapter 292: Gone Away For Far, Far too long
The German 8th Army was sent back home, along with their Field Marshal to recuperate from their hard fought victory. While simultaneously, the logistics department of the German Army would be transporting their equipment to the Italian Theater of War.
Where Bruno would next find himself deployed to, along with the Austro-Hungarian, and Russian Forces who had been fighting in the Balkans and the Caucasus.
As for the Hellenic Army, the bulk of their forces would be sent to the Sinai Peninsula to work with the Arab Rebels to maintain authority over the Suez Canal until the war came to an end. Along with the newly reformed German Marine Corps who by the Spring of 1916 should be well prepared for the expedition.
A few Divisions of Austro-Hungarian forces would remain in the Balkans, along with a Brigade of Greeks to continue anti-partisan operations in an effort to stabilize the region which was only now beginning to recover from the chaos that had been sewn there over the course of the last few years.
Meanwhile, Heidi had gone all out to prepare for her husband’s return to Berlin. Which was likely to last until the winter. As the date set for the conference on the partitioning of the Ottoman Empire was set for December.
Knowing her husband’s humble tastes, she was dressed quite comfortably, as were their children, as they arrived at the Berlin Grand Station to pick the man up in their family’s inconspicuous automobile.
That, of course, being the first production model of the Volkswagen Type I which Bruno had been most responsible for bringing into this life much earlier than it had appeared in the previous timeline which he had endured.
Bruno himself had the time on the train to change into a proper set of civilian attire. And as he most certainly preferred the comfortable clothes of the working class, rather than the pristine suits of the civil nobility, especially after wearing his field uniform for the past year or so. Bruno had arrived in clothing that would cause most to not even cast him a second glance.
Who would have ever though the man wearing a wool shirt, with denim trousers, leather work boots, suspenders, and a worker’s flat cap was actually a Prince in Russia, the soon to be crowned Grand Prince of Transylvania, and the Generalfeldmarschall who had won the war in the Balkans for the Central Powers?
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While entertaining the same thought experiment, who would believe that the woman dressed so modestly, whose age appeared nearly ten years younger than the so called "Angel of Berlin" would be his bride?
Because of this, Bruno’s family reunited with an exceptional display of public affection that caught the eye of nobody. Maybe a few cast a glance questioning why this seemingly normal laborer had just come home from the front lines of war after being away from his family for God knows how long.