August 4th, early morning, Norman Duchy.
The Division Commander of the 21st Armored Division met with the Deputy Commander of the 506th Paratrooper Regiment of the 82nd Airborne Division in a house.
The Deputy Commander was lying on a table, with a makeshift splint made from wood found somewhere on his right leg, and blood continuously dripped from the bandage onto the table.
"Oh," he said in Aunsa language, "isn't this the Prosen General who drove us into the outer woods after a night of fierce fighting, congratulations. But our boys will continue to block you behind the hedgerows outside. You will step into a green hell!"
After a brief pause, the Deputy Commander continued: "Leading them is Captain Evans, and I know him, he graduated at the bottom of his class at West Point Military Academy! He will thrash you like the nemesis of Prosens on the Eastern Front!"
The Division Commander sneered, dismissing the words of the captive.
