DISCLAIMER: In this chapter, there is a few sexist comments towards one of the characters. Keep in mind, that they are dealing with people from the 1940s, and that it was unheard of for women in the German and United States to serve in any military role, save for as nurses, and almost exclusively saw combat, in very limited numbers, in the Soviet Union only.

2nd Disclaimer: Apologies if this is a bit of a lesser chapter, was pretty rushed when making this.

An hour of silence had passed since Rommel dropped that bomb of info on Crew Verteidiger, and to say they were worried would likely be the understatement of the year. A Panzer VIII Maus, the absolute worst thing they could encounter. That thing alone could rip all their fortifications to pieces and there wouldn't be a thing they could do about it. The Generals had left after some discussion, and even broaching the subject of possible evacuation, though nobody wanted to do that. Now they all simply lay down in their beds, not asleep, but not quite awake.

Ruby was concerned, for her team, the town, everything. That tank could ruin everything if they didn't do something about it, and she didn't plan on sitting idly and just watching it approach. But tonight, she was tired, and the Maus was probably a few days away. She'd sleep, and wake up as planned, but now she had some goal in mind for the short-term.

They followed the morning routine they set for themselves before making their way to the mess hall. Four of them did, at least. Ruby, in some more casual clothes, made a b-line to the Generals' house. She'd had a dream while she slept, one relating to a strategy to beat the Maus.

Swiftly banging her fist on the door, she was quickly met with a very surprised looking Patton...

"Rose, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"General, I have an idea that might help us beat the Maus." Ruby stated, gaining an unbelieving look from the General.

"Do you now?" He mumbled, before gesturing for her to come inside. She did so quietly, sitting at the table where Rommel already sat, a map of the region in front of him.

"Well, you had an idea, Fräulein? Let us hear it." Rommel stated calmly. Ruby straightened her posture before speaking.

"Field Marshal, General... I believe we'll have enough firepower to deal with the Maus if we upgrade the gun on the T28 from a 10.5 cm to a 155mm." Ruby stated quickly, causing Patton to almost spit out his coffee.

"Correct me if I misheard, but you mean to add a 155mm in place of the 10.5 cm? Do you have the faintest idea how much modification we'd have to do to make such a modification? For starters, we'd have to build a new ammunition rack, and the new gun from scratch, and then there's the trouble of installing such a large modifications." Patton stated bluntly, which garnered a small frown from the girl.

"General, please, if we don't do this we won't stand a chance against that thing! The T28 has the armor to stand off against it at a long range, it only lacks the firepower!"

"Calm yourself, girl. I never said it was a bad idea, only a tall order. Not to mention the fact that her crew has never actually trained in their tank before..." Patton mused, and got Rommel to pitch in.

"Perhaps we needn't a crew for it yet... Rose, can Belladonna handle the T28's gun?" Rommel stated, receiving an unsure look from the girl.

"Blake has only used German sightings... she'd need to familiarize herself with American-"

"Well then, no time like the present." Patton cut back in, cutting the girl off. "Instead of your normal training today, we'll have Belladonna getting a feel for American guns. In the meantime, the rest of your crew should get to know your new member, and get him acquainted with his new role in your crew."

"Ah, sir, yessir! I'll inform Blake you wanna see her after Breakfast." Ruby stated, giving a crisp salute despite not being in uniform. The two generals waved the girl off, and Ruby began her jog to rejoin her crew...

She burst into the mess hall in a flurry of rose petals, immediately garnering her team's attention, and the curious eyes of a few of the other personnel in the mess hall. Briskly jogging up to her crew, she immediately sat down next to Blake, filling the gap between her and Mercury. Looking back at the raven haired girl, she rested her hand on the older girl's shoulder...

"Blake, instead of our standard training, you're going to be reporting to General Patton today." Ruby stated firmly, getting a nod from the girl in question. "Everyone else, we've orders to familiarize ourselves with our new teammate, and to get him familiarized with his new role as our radio and machine gun operator." The rest of her team nodded at that, with Weiss and Yang giving small salutes.

"I don't see why you'd need to familiarize me with how to operate a machine gun, even less sense it makes to get me used to a radio, after all, I just speak into-" Mercury began, but was cut off by Weiss.

"Tell me, do you know how to repair a damaged radio?"

"Uhh... No, but-"

"Do you know how to fix issues that are common in machine guns, like jamming or replacing an overheated barrel?"

"No, I don't, but that hardly-"

"And do you know exactly WHAT you need to be saying through the radio, what isn't necessary, and what is?"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Mercury capitulated, raising his hands defensively. "Maybe I'll need a little help, but how hard can it possibly be?"

"None of our jobs are supposed to be terribly difficult for us, what with proper training." Ruby said, cutting back into the conversation. "But that doesn't mean we can afford lackluster performance or minimal effort. Alles andere als unser Bestes bringt uns alle um."

"Okay, seriously, I don't know... what the hell, German, you call it? Speak normally!"

"You'll not take that tone with her, Mercury, she's our commanding officer!" Blake snapped at the boy, but was hushed by Ruby, giving a hand gesture to sit back down. "Sorry, Ruby."

"No need to apologize, but you are correct. Please do not raise your voice with me, Mercury. And, to translate, what I said, 'Anything but our best kills us all.'" Ruby said, getting a nod from the boy. "You'll learn the ropes of your position, and you'll perform your new duties with 100% of your effort every time if you wish for any of us, yourself included, to see tomorrow's sunrise."

The boy nodded once more, before returning to his food. They all did the same, and for maybe ten more minutes, they simply ate without discussion, chowing down into their breakfasts of two slices of bread, one with jam and the other with animal fats mixed with onions. It was their normal breakfast of late, their lunch would be larger, heavier, and their dinner a sort of middle area.

With breakfast out of the way, they all stood up and went on their way. Blake made a B-line straight to the Generals' garage, while Yang, Weiss, and Mercury made their way down to Der Verteidiger. Ruby, on the other hand, made her way back to their barracks. After all, it wouldn't look good on her as the commander if she were the only one of her team out of uniform, now would it?

The garage looked a lot smaller that it actually was on the outside, though that's not to say it by any means looked small. It was easily larger than their own garage, and was clearly made to house more, or in the least, bigger tanks than their own. On the inside there was many more stations to work on their tanks than there were in their own garage, with the Generals' just generally having nicer everything. She wasn't complaining, after all, she knew they were the officers in this whole operation, the ones who called the shots and actually led them into battle. The least could be done for e'm was to have a nicer place.

Shaking the irrelevant thought, she ascended the stairs to Patton's office, where she saw him munching on a cigar through the window. Immediately, upon reaching the door, she knocked, and received a loud 'come in' in response. Opening the door, she took a few steps in before straightening out and saluting the general, who merely waved for her to stand at ease.

"Alright, Belladonna. You're gonna get acquainted with American tank optics today." Patton said, getting a curious look from Blake.

"Sir? I don't understand, I don't-"

"I understand that, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Rommel and myself are going to be dealing with the other tanks backing up the Maus coming our way, meaning our crews are going to be preoccupied... however, you've proven a deadly gunner, and the crew for the T28 has not even operated it yet. With the upgrades being currently under development and construction, we've still not a competent gunner for the Ironhide, and that's where you come in."

"Oh, I understand. So then, how are we going to do this, sir?"

"Simple. We're taking the T28 up to the firing range right now, and I'm gonna have my boy gunning the Sherman teach you how to use your gun effectively. Dismissed." Patton finished, giving her a small salute, one she very swiftly returned, before jogging out the room and down towards the gunner in question...

"So, my job is a little bigger than just relaying orders and shooting a machine gun, isn't it?" Mercury querried, getting a swift nod of confirmation from the blonde girl, Yang.

"Yep. Your job is also to act as an extra pair of eyes for the commander, and to keep on with updates for friendly tanks in the field, doing things like spotting and calling out targets, and keeping everyone aware of updates and developments on the field, such as keeping the commander updated on damage done to other tanks, like a broken track or a damaged turret ring. Most that information will get relayed to the commander already, but just keep that in mind. Ruby doesn't have her own radio for long-range communication, so you'll have to relay some information to and from her with friendlies. Make sense?" Yang said, trying to keep it as swift as possible without leaving any details out.

"Yeah, I guess. And I take it I'm also in charge of repairing some things?"

"Yes, but mostly that just falls down to you needing to repair your radio if it takes any damage, and maintaining the MG 42. Ruby might also call on you to repair other things if need be, but that'll probably be pretty rare."

"You'll want to learn the basics of German machine gun maintenance." Weiss cut in. "The mechanisms of these guns is very different in comparison to Atlesian machine guns, but are also notably simpler."

Mercury simply nodded, before looking back at the tank and resting his hand on it. There was a strange coating over the steel he felt, and he didn't quite understand the point of it...

"What's this strange stuff all over the hull of the tank? Why's it there?" He questioned, with Weiss being the only one initially getting what he was referring to.

"Zimmerit. It's an anti-magnetic paste used to prevent direct contact with magnetic anti-tank mines. It's also hardened to give some more protection to the tank without increasing the weight." She answered, satisfying the boy's curiosity, though then he looked at the treads. She followed his gaze, and answered his question before it could be voiced. "Winterketten. Track extensions used for greater traction in winter environments. And before you ask, those plates fitted to hang off the side of the tank are called Schürzen. They're there to provide better protection to the weaker sides of the armor, and prematurely detonate High Explosive shells, making them much less effective against a tank's weaker armor. With what we've found in what the White Fang is employing, this provides much needed protection as they're using highly-concentrated fire dust rounds, effectively making their own high explosive rounds, and they also don't seem to be employing, at least in large number, Armor Penetrating munitions. From what we've deduced, they're only using that as a sort of filler ammo." Weiss stated, dumbing it down as much as she possibly could, yet still losing the boy...

"In layman's terms," Yang said, translating, "the White Fang are mainly using ammunition that these plates make far less powerful."

"Ah, y'see, that's all you needed to say!" Mercury said, resting his hands behind his head with a cocky grin. If he wanted an explanation from then on out, he made a note to ask any of the girls other than Weiss. Granted, the first few explanations made sense, but it's just the extra words she'd added to the last that made it that much harder to follow. Once again, he began giving the tank a once-over, looking with some awe at the massive beast. He remembered that the Panzer IV he was previously in only loaded a 7.5 cm gun, whereas this new one loaded 8.8 cm. Not to mention that this thing had 20 cm of frontal armor, which to him was absolutely nuts. Those new Paladins that Atlas were ushering in, even if only in Prototype phase, paled in comparison for protective value. Not to mention this thing's gun would make a mockery of it's armor, as it's armor was 30 mm at it's thickest, 45 mm with Up-Armored supplementary plates, and it's machine guns only reached up to 12.7 mm diameter rounds. Sure, it's rockets might provide a substantial threat if it, say, hit the engine or something... but something told him that these girls would have a counter in the works for just that...

"So, how would this thing protect itself against, say... rockets? Like those mounted on aircraft." He asked, taking in the unsure look from the blonde...

"I'm... not entirely sure. Weiss suggested a hardlight dust shield generator, but we don't have access to the necessary resources or schematics to make such upgrades. That, and the fact that it would require some serious modification to actually put such a shield in place."

"If we had the materials and such to make it, it really wouldn't be an issue... but as it is, we can't right now. We don't even fully understand how everything on these Panzers work ourselves, yet, so we really can't do much right now besides train and get better at operating them." Weiss said. She patted the tank on the side, before pulling herself up on top of the engine. Yang had also pulled herself up on top of their Tiger, and opened the hatch in the turret to slide down and get into her loading position, not that she actually needed to be there.

"Hmmm... we're dealing with a Panzer VIII, our 88 mm will be useless against it, Weiss."

"You think I don't know that, Yang?"

"Never said that, but maybe Ruby would greenlight an upgrade to up-gun the tank?" Yang queried, getting a somewhat interested look from the heiress.

"What did you have in mind for that?"

"Upgrade the gun from an 8.8 cm to a 10.5 cm?"

Weiss face palmed at that. "As good as that may sound on paper, it's not so easy fitting a new gun into a tank. For an upgrade like that, we'd need to make a new turret AND ammo rack. Not to mention, if the barrel isn't as long, we're losing penetrative capability and effectiveness at extreme distances." Yang contemplated hat for a moment, before sighing and dropping back down into the tank.

"I guess you're right... oh well, I guess we'll just have to make do, huh? I'm sure the generals have a plan for taking out, or at least disabling, that Maus."

After a few minutes of idling about, the doors to their garage swung open, revealing Ruby in her full uniform, field visor and all. Yang and Weiss quickly rushed out and off the tank, lining up shoulder-to-shoulder and each giving a crisp salute as they'd been taught to do so.

"Achtung!" Ruby spoke loudly, and the two immediately stood at attention. Mercury, albeit slowly and unsurely, followed their lead and gave the younger girl a quick salute. "We've orders to get to better know our newest crew member, and get him acquainted with his job. We've already done the meet and greet, so how about you tell us a bit about yourself?"

"I hope you're not expecting a life story." Mercury quipped, though was only met with the shake of a head.

"No, but I do want to know what exactly you were doing with the White Fang. Are you a mercenary, freelancer, or some sort of anarchist?" Ruby inquired, stifling a small laugh out of the boy.

"You were closest with mercenary. No, I'm, well... was an assassin. I made a pledge to serve you with my life, but I'd rather not have it be a short life, so I can't really tell you who my employer was. Sorry." Mercury stated, and rested his hands behind his head.

"I see... well, I can respect that. I'm not gonna ask you to put your life in danger, at least not while off the field."

"Yeah, I gotcha. So, what about you? What, were you and the blondie born in this town or something?" Mercury questioned, and once more got a small shake of the head.

"No, we're a team of huntresses in training. Team RWBY, though now that we're a bit more than the standard 4 people, we'll just refer to ourselves as 'Crew Verteidiger' to avoid confusion. And that 'blondie' is Yang, my half-sister, and I suggest you get familiarized with our names."

"Right, right. I'd guess you're from... Beacon?"

"Bingo."

"Geez, that's ah... pretty far, isn't it?"

Ruby cast her gaze to the floor and let her arms hang as she tried to formulate the proper words. "Yes... it is. We tried getting a distress call through to Beacon about a month ago... but something is jamming our communications. Radios still work, but our Scrolls can't even call each other when nearby... the path out isn't clear, it'd be a suicidal run for just one tank, even a handful without proper, and finished training." Ruby said, looking up at her sister for a moment, before tipping her field visor and redirecting her gaze to Mercury. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know of any jamming equipment, would you?"

"Can't say I do. I do know that the White Fang has amassed a large amount of armor, and are building tanks themselves." Mercury revealed, getting an incredulous look from Ruby.

"They're making tanks?"

"I think so. Overheard a few of em talking about some hidden factories chugging out tanks from templates they'd found. The Maus, from what I can tell, is still one-of-a-kind, as well as the T28, but all the other, lighter tanks are being mass-produced, if what I heard is to be believed."

"Scheiße... das macht unsere Mission viel schwieriger... no matter. They may have quantity, but we have quality, and veterans to teach our crews how to do things right." Ruby stated firmly, before climbing atop the tank. "Get in, everyone. We're going out for a little practice."

They drove out to the fields outside the town, a large, wide and open space lying before them broken up by several trees here and there and snow as far as their eyes could see. Ruby, though not entirely bothered by the cold, put her wool gloves on and peeked her head out her tank's cupola. Der Verteidiger was halted atop the hill, looking out at the vast plains of white, and the burnt out wrecks of the tanks they'd destroyed not long ago. With a satisfied grin, she ducked back down into the tank, looking at Mercury a moment before gesturing for him to get in the gunner's position...

"Okay, Mercury, you're going to be learning how to cover every position. In the event that one of us should be knocked out or, Oum forbid, killed, YOU will need to cover that position. You'll need to learn how to load the gun, fire the gun, drive, or even fill in as Commander, at least to a basic degree. So, take the gun, and I will mark targets for you."

"This reticle makes no sense." Mercury deadpanned, getting an exasperated sigh from everyone else in the tank. Ruby had a feeling this would take awhile...

About five hours had passed, with Mercury getting a crash-course for every position. He'd say he liked being a gunner, mainly because he could blow stuff up, but he did also enjoy acting as a commander. Loading was a pain in the ass, but he managed, and driving, he'd found, was doubtless not his strongsuit. As a radio operator, he did find his task was a bit boring, though operating the machine gun was fun.

"Remember, short controlled bursts with the machine gun. You'll not melt the barrel as quickly, you'll retain accuracy, and you'll conserve ammunition. Only scenario I'd recommend holding down the trigger for a prolonged period of time is if there is a LOT of targets you're facing down, that are tightly packed. In that case, let rip with Hitler's Buzzsaw." Ruby said, patting her hand on the MG42's barrel.

"'Hitler's Buzzsaw'? I thought it was an MG42?" Mercury queried, slightly perplexed at the name change.

"Nickname given to the gun. Patton said that it was a common nickname given to the gun by allied nations during the war because of its cycling rate of 1,200 rounds per minute, the unique zipper-like noise it makes when firing due to that, and the high mortality rates this beast inflicted." Ruby answered, eliciting a small 'a-ha' from Mercury. "Oh, and one last thing about the machine gun: you don't need to pull the gun back or get out of the tank to remove the barrel. That little hatch on the side? Open it up and you can pull the barrel out the back and slide in a new one."

"Huh... ain't that handy... but why not just mix the barrel with ice Dust to prevent it from overheating?"

"This region doesn't naturally produce any." Weiss said. "Not mountainous enough, nor is this region cold enough year-round for it to form. Areas far north of here it forms, but that's White Fang territory."

"Anyways, getting sidetracked," Ruby cut back in, "the Generals have been planning a sort of breakout operation. They're still attacking two to three times a week, and we won't be able to hold out indefinitely, so we need to break out from this location, seize control of the coast two hundred kilometers east of here and the mountainous ranges fifty kilometers north of there. Though we can't just blaze through the lands from here to there, would be too easy to get cut off, isolated and wiped out."

"Well then, what's the plan for that tidbit?" Mercury asked, which made Ruby slightly bite her lip.

"Ah... er... well..." She started, trying to figure how to properly put the situation to words. "That's... where the problem lies. The ruined towns we'd obviously jump from town to town along the path, but then lies the issue of fortifying and occupying key points along the path East. We don't have the manpower, nor do we have the resources to hold those locations. The town also isn't wealthy enough to hire a mercenary company to support."

That last bit got the gears in Mercury's head turning. They had skilled enough forces to hold the locations, but not enough of them. Beacon would be of no help here, either, as these tanks were something else entirely, not that they could contact them anyways. Fighting tanks wasn't the same as fighting Grimm, or humans, or faunas. They changed the game, and their sudden appearance in the world he felt would usher in a new era of ground combat... but for now, he settled with knowing that in the food chain of combat hierarchy, a skilled tank crew was above huntsmen currently.

That being said, if they couldn't break out, they'd eventually die. They were already facing material shortages, so the situation would soon go from bad to worse... but a Mercenary company would solve the problem of personnel shortages... Well, not like he had anything better to do.

"I think I can help with that." Mercury states cooly, getting an intrigued stare from Ruby. "A company's commander owes me a few large favors. If I can convince him that those favors are big enough to merit his and his men's support, then we'll have the forces to punch through their blockade and hold the corridor for our armor."

Ruby turned around and put her hand to her chin, rubbing it as she contemplated on the offer. Eventually, she shook her head, a clear sign of denial.

"With that Maus enroute, we need to prioritize the defense of this town from the immediate threat. As good an idea as it sounds, we still have no way whatsoever of contacting them from here. That Jammer is still active somewhere." Mercury sighed in defeat. Of course, that Jammer was becoming an issue once again, and she was right about the Maus being the immediate problem.

"Ugh... well, I hope whatever you had in mind for the generals will be enough to turn the tide against that tank. If not, we're screwed."

"I... don't really want to destroy the Maus." Silence met her words, with this time, both Yang and Weiss looking at her incredulously.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but..." Yang started, the look of worry etched into her face. "Did you just say... you don't want to destroy the... the enemy?"

"Don't misunderstand me, the White Fang must face total destruction here... but we don't need to reduce the thing to a burning wreck to win the battle."

"...Explain, please?"

"No need." Weiss said. "I understand now... I think. Your plan is to disable the thing, and capture the tank like the Generals did with the T28, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly it. The White Fang, at least in the times they've attacked us, have never actively targeted our treads. I believe we can use this lack of knowledge to our advantage when pressing against them in the Panzer VIII, should we capture it." Ruby proclaimed, getting a shrewd grin across her own face, and Weiss and Yang sharing an expression like they'd just been handed the keys to the city...

Blake growled lightly as she missed the target a seventh time.

"No good. Loading another round." The spotter said, loading another round into the gun. Blake was getting better with the gun, but she'd been training with German optics, not American, damnit! That's what she was good with, what was familiar to her, this new one just threw her off.

"Ugh... can't we just put German optics on the 155mm? I seriously don't understand why we can't just do that..." Blake complained. The soldier just looked down at her with a disappointed look, before shaking his head.

"Lady, I'm gonna be real honest here... why the hell are you even here?" The man questioned, getting a confused look from the girl.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Blake said, narrowing her eyes and expecting some derogatory comment towards her being a faunas.

"I mean, why the hell are GIRLS serving in a military role? Shouldn't you be housekeeping or something?"

"Wha?!. The hell is wrong with you?!."

"Girls ain't allowed to join the military back home. War is a Man's domain, not a woman's." He stated matter-of-factly. Blake merely growled and gave him an unamused glare. "Oh. Real intimidating. I'm still wondering why the hell the Generals are bothering with training a bunch of girls for war."

"Ugh. Screw you." Blake stated angrily, looking back down the gun sights.

"I bet you'd love to! How's about ya take off than uniform and we can do it here and now, eh?" He said, revealing a toothy grin. Blake merely growled, and continued looking down the sight...

Patton was sitting in the garage next to Rommel, the two sharing some of Havana's finest. The day was coming to a close now, and the 155mm was almost complete.

The plan was that it would be finished overnight, and they'd mount the new gun and ammunition racks in the morning. A pretty solid plan, not being too complicated, not being too tall an order. It seemed that they might, just might, be enough to stop that Maus... but he had an inkling feeling that the destruction of that Maus was not what Rose had in mind.

"Well, Rommel." Patton started, taking a breath of the Cigar. "Come what may tomorrow, it's been an honor."

"Likewise, Patton. Unser nächster Kampf wird entweder der letzte oder der erste wahre Kampf vieler sein." The Field Marshal replied, mimicking the General's action with the cigar.

Their quiet was soon interrupted, though not quite in the literal sense, being how quiet the girl, Blake Belladonna, was. Rommel looked to Patton, who simply shrugged and nodded to Blake.

"Belladonna," Rommel addressed, "your training went well, I take it."

Blake nodded, but reluctantly. Rommel easily noted that the girl was rather upset, though he wasn't sure what for. Knowing tomorrow was do-or-die, of course, having their gunner's mind troubled was the absolute last thing they needed, lest it lead to utter disaster against the Maus...

"Ist etwas falsch?"

"Well... yes, Sir. I can't help but find it troublesome, some of the comments made by the gunner Patton assigned to help me... definitely on the sexist side... usually I have problems with racism, what, with the pointless hate of faunas, but never on my gender." Blake admitted, getting an unsurprised look from both Generals.

"Not surprising." Patton cut in. "These Americans and Germans aren't exactly from your world. Where we're from, women don't really do... well... military... Soviet Union being a slight exception. They're more domestic, like housewives."

"What, are you saying he did nothing wrong?" Blake said sharply, raising her voice.

"I said no such thing, and raise your voice or take that time with me again, we're gonna have some serious problems, Belladonna, ya hear?" Patton stated, forcing Blake to back down. "Now... whatever he said, I'm not saying he was in the right, but don't expect them to always treat you, or your team, like equals. That gunner helpin' you out was from Alabama, its difficult enough just getting him to be respectful towards colored individuals here, human or not. Just don't mind him, or the rest of our crews for now, and you should be fine."

"But... it's not right!"

"Irrelevant, fräulein." Rommel interrupted. "Continue to prove yourself, you'll earn their respect in due time... however, this being brought to light, an army can't operate effectively if its members can't even learn to work together and respect each other. I'll try to rein our crews in."

"I... thank you, sir." Blake stated, nothing else left to report on.

"Now... you're dismissed, Belladonna. Go rejoin your crew." Patton declared, dismissing the girl. Blake stood at attention, saluting the Generals, before breaking off and going to rejoin Der Verteidiger...

With the raven haired girl out of their hair, Patton laid back in the reclining chair, and looked up at the ceiling...

sigh* "I'm gonna need me a shot of whiskey before I deal with any more of this crap..."

"Sie und ich beide, Patton. Du und ich beide ..." Rommel answered, mirroring his action In reclining in his chair, more than ready enough for the day to end already...