Chapter 548: The Global War on Terror
Berlin, June 22nd, 1931. It had been nearly two years since Bruno first arrived in Berlin, and the barracks where Bruno was staying had all the facilities a soldier needed to maintain an optimal combat physique.
Because of this, Bruno spent the morning running, lifting weights, and training in martial arts against the facility’s bags and dummies.
After which, he would take a cold shower and have breakfast with a cup of coffee. This had been his life since the war with Japan had begun. And he had only seen his family during infrequent brief visits home.
But in the end, he always returned to Berlin. Now that he was in his later years, he was beginning to understand that it was easier when he was young and commonly deploying to foreign battlefields to be away from his family.
Despite the fact that his children were younger than, it had simply been a normal part of his life since the moment he graduated from the Academy.
But over a decade had passed since the Reich found itself embroiled in a conflict ,and though Bruno was not actually in the South Pacific fighting anymore. He was still away from home in a way demanded such a lifestyle.
Twice over the last year, especially since the introduction of his turboprop powered transport, Bruno had petitioned the Kaiser for permission to simply fly to Tyrol and Back every evening and morning.
But the Kaiser wouldn’t have it, sure the travel time may have been reduced to 50-55 minutes, but if an emergency were to occur, that was an hour that they couldn’t afford to wait for.
Because of this, Bruno was kept close in Berlin, living what he considered the "dullest deployment in the entirety of his Military Career."
Today, like most days, Heinrich passed by Bruno’s desk on his way to his own office just two doors down, and made light of the situation with a mug of coffee in his hands.
"You know I’ve been meaning to ask. It’s been over a year since you came back. How do you enjoy life in Berlin?"
Bruno narrowed his eyes at his old friend. His silence was enough to convey his thoughts. And just when Heinrich was about to conjure a witty retort, Bruno sighed.