Bruno stared at the reports on his screen. The allies had poured their full strength into two simultaneous invasions.
One across Gibraltar into Spain. And the other across Algeria and Tunisia into Sicily. Things were going exactly has he expected.
Save for one inconvenience. His grandson… The son of his beloved and most eldest child. The only grandchild given the honor of being named after himself was currently fighting on the front lines.
There were no words for the complicated mixture of feelings that Bruno was forced to stifle within his chest at this very moment.
Bruno the Younger was in the process of giving his life to fulfill his orders, and defend the ground that he stood upon.
But so were hundreds of thousands of Germany's other sons. It was not a situation he could take lightly.
If he gave the order to retreat, some might question his actions as being taken in favoritism to his own kin.
