Through Canada

4 April 1963
Moncton, Canada

Over a week has passed since Esdeath's arrival in Halifax and spearheading the attack. Similarly, to her days fighting against the Red Army of the Soviet Union and the British Army twenty years ago Esdeath takes the initiative with her SS unit to become the vanguard unit and push forward. Esdeath fought side by side with her troops to prevent encirclement by the Canadian Army and what units the US was able to scramble from the New England front. Now she plans to keep on pushing forward to link with the rest of the Wehrmacht in Maine via Canada, creating a second supply line as word has been received about the situation in the sky. The Luftwaffe initially underestimated the tenacity of American fighters but still has taken advantage many times seeing that the amount and speed to replace lost planes and pilots is not at the same level as the Americans, the Kriegsmarine are being stretched to its limits that some of OKW, OKM, and OKL are considering a withdrawal from the continent while they still have a window or a concentrated push into Washington D.C.

The city of Moncton fell to Esdeath within hours as the Canadian forces weren't prepared for the arrival of the Reich, reserves are now being called up to retake the city and form a counter-offensive to retake Nova Scotia. Despite the initial numbers deployed and home-field advantage, with the arrival of Esdeath the nuclear option has been reconsidered. Esdeath patrols the fallen city, not much in the way of total destruction that she liked but still it's partly destroyed nonetheless. The civilian populace was given little time to flee with thousands staying in their homes. The Canadian Army garrisons deployed in the city briefly gave a fight, only being able to hold back for hours but still gave way for Esdeath to step in and secure a victory for the Fatherland.

Esdeath remains in her personal tent that has been set up as a command center. Tired of all the waiting from Germania, she pushes forward and gains victories not only for the Reich but for the SS, leaving much of the Wehrmacht Heer in the dust as they try to establish their presence.

"So to establish a connection from Moncton to Maine with the Wehrmacht, I only need to go southbound to Houlton. Let's just hope those fighters won't be an annoyance." Esdeath thinks to herself. She sits and lays back on her chair, she lets out a heavy sigh. "All of this planning and crap is almost stressing me out. There is no here string enough to face me in combat, no other Imperial Arms users aside from Tasumi and I, and almost all of the time I'm stuck in one strategy or another." Esdeath slumps forward and lets her hands carry her head. "Of all times I need Tatsumi, now would be the best," Esdeath speaks to herself out loud. "On top of that some of the equipment we started out with are almost half a decade out of date. We would only be more powerful if it weren't for those buffoons in Germania." Esdeath continues to speak with herself. Esdeath stands up and walks up to a small circular mirror. She picks it up and begins to look at herself as almost aged. No longer was she youthful looking as she was twenty years ago, the stress of the job is slowly getting to her. Esdeath sighs t the image and uses cold air and ice to fix up her image and keep her looking like she's in her mid to late twenties. "Perhaps this might go well for the next few weeks or so." She says to herself. Then a request is heard from outside of her tent.

"Permission to enter, SS-Gruppenführerin?" A soldier of the SS 9th Panzergrenadier Eis Division asks of her.

"Permission granted. " Esdeath responded, then the SS-Sturmbannführer enters her tent.

"Heil Hitler, SS Gruppenführerin." The SS-Sturmbannführer salutes Esdeath with the Nazi salute. Esdeath does the same.

"Heil," Esdeath says with less enthusiasm, she walks over to her chair and sits. "Any new progress SS-Sturmbannführer?" Esdeath asks.

"Why yes, SS-Gruppenführerin," The SS-Sturmbannführer responded. "As per your orders, we sent out scouting parties for any enemy troop movement." The SS-Sturmbannführer continues.

"It's to be expected. The Canadians have a smaller military size compared to its neighbor, and it wants to utilize the most they can to defeat me. I suspect they may try to use areal or artillery strikes to kill me. But nonetheless, try as they may." Esdeath tells the SS-Sturmbannführer.

"Do we have any new orders from Germania, SS-Gruppenführerin?" The SS-Sturmbannführer asks.

"At the moment no. Our orders are still the same as before. Clearout the enemy and establish a land-based supply train to link up with the Wehrmacht forces in New England." Esdeath explains to the SS-Sturmbannführer. Suddenly a cry is heard outside of her tent. A radio officer of her division enters her tent unannounced, "And may I help you?" Esdeath asks.

"SS-Gruppenführerin Partas, we're having problems with a scouting unit!" The SS-Obersturmführer enters Esdeath's tent unannounced. He sounds worried as a scouting unit that was sent out has encountered an interference.

"If it's a problem that requires none of my assistance then they're to pull back or hold their ground until reinforcements arrive. I didn't hand-select all of you just to guide you every single step." Esdeath responds to the SS-Obersturmführer's concerns.

"It's not exactly that, SS-Gruppenführerin. Scouting groups three and four were under attack by an unknown enemy and we lost contact with one of them. We have the other on the line still, but they're requesting an extraction order." The SS-Obersturmführer relays to Esdeath. This news catches Esdeath's interest. Outside of Tatsumi, Esdeath longed for a battle against a person who may be strong in this new world but still holds doubts about their strength. Esdeath sighs and stands up from her chair.

"Well then, SS-Obersturmführer. Take me to the radio station then." Esdeath tells the SS-Obersturmführer.

"Yes, madam." The SS-Obersturmführer responded. Esdeath and the SS-Sturmbannführer follow the communications officer to the communications tent. It was late at night and to prevent enemy scouting planes from spotting their positions, they had all lights turned off as to avoid artillery and bombs falling over. The SS-Obersturmführer opens the curtain entrance into a dimly lit building that leads to the radio and communications station.

"Attention! SS-Gruppenführerin has entered the premises." The SS-Sturmbannführer announces. Everyone in the building stands at attention from their posts and salutes to Esdeath, "Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler," Esdeath salutes with the same gesture as he did before with the SS-Sturmbannführer. The men returned back to their stations. "Now then, SS-Obersturmführer, point to me the men in radio contact with scouting units three and four." Esdeath orders the SS-Obersturmführer, he directs Esdeath to the radio station with an SS-Scharführer behind the radio. "Excuse me, but is this radio for scouting units three and four?" Esdeath asks. The SS-Scharführer stands up.

"Yes, SS-Gruppenführerin. But I've just lost contact with unit four. I'm in contact with unit three but through the radio, they may have encountered an enemy detachment." The SS-Scharführer tells Esdeath. Esdeath grabs the radio microphone from his hands.

"Despite never ordering those units to engage with an enemy detachment, I did hope for them to use some discretion and pull back. But sometimes, the young confuse bravery for foolhardiness." Esdeath sighs and controls her breath after thinking to herself. "Attention scouting unit three. This is SS-Gruppenführerin Esdeath Partas, what is the situation on the ground? Are there any enemy units?" Esdeath activates and speaks into the microphone. Static is heard initially but a voice cracks through.

"This is scou ~Static~ three officer, SS-Obersturmführer Engels. It's good to hear you, SS-Gruppenführerin." SS-Obersturmführer Engels responds to Esdeath's call but his voice jumps in and out of static. "We are currently pinned, SS-Gruppen ~Static~"

"Hello? SS-Oberstumführer Engels? You just got cut off. If you can still hear me then I am ordering you and your men to pull back. Get in your vehicles and get out of there!" Esdeath tells SS-Obersturführer Engels but doesn't get an immediate response. "I will say it once more, pull back and return back to base! That is an order, over!" Esdeath repeats herself.

"Unfortunately we cannot! Teams two and three tried to fall back but were ~Static~ half. The men were all but killed. My team is the last remaining and the gunner is dead!" The SS-Obersturmführer is cut off but gunshots are heard. "Why won't you die! OH GOD, NO!" Static replaces his voice.

"SS-Obersturmführer Engels. What happened, over!" Esdeath presses the mic. "I will say once more, what happened, over!" Esdeath repeats once more but all she hears is static. "Scouting unit three, I am ordering you to pull back now! This is an order, over!" Esdeath repeats but is only met with static. She places the microphone back on to the table "Why wouldn't they pull back?" Esdeath thinks to herself. She turns around and sees the men looking at her with pity. "Don't you dare look at me like that! Get back to work dammit!" Esdeath orders them. Esdeath promptly leaves the building angry and frustrated.

"Warum du stirb nicht! O GOTT, NEIN!" (Oh God, no!) SS-Obersturmführer Engels cries out as his Stg-58 runs out of bullets as an assailant has dodged them all or is missed by them. He is immediately cut down by an assailant just as he cried out no. The assailant looks over what it had done to scouting unit three, slicing down two vehicles, incapacitating an Spz 11-2 kurz, and roughly nine men of scouting unit three, the same had been dealt with unit four. The assailant places her hand on top of her head sensing tension and lightheadedness but promptly recovers. The assailant looks down at the now-dead Engels.

"I'm sorry," The assailant apologizes and bows in apology. "I wished things weren't this way. I hope that you may forgive me." The assailant apologizes once more. She postures herself up and grabs her weapon. "I wished for a normal life, but I understand that situations like this requires me to kill." The assailant sighs. "I should keep on moving if more are going to come." The assailant turns around but before she leaves she hears the radio, a woman's voice breaks through the static. The assailant walks up to the radio and lifts up her weapon, she brings it down and destroys the radio.

6 April 1963
Woodstock, Canada

As Esdeath continues moving southwards through northern Canada, she encounters resistance from militia groups and the Canadian Army along with elements of the US Armed Forces being sent in to hamper Wehrmacht and SS activities. The sky is all but a losing battle for the Luftwaffe as they lose more and more aircraft than they started out. The Kriegsmarine is being beaten back by the now reinforced US Navy and revitalized Canadian Royal Navy. Despite initial losses the combined UFN navy now moves into the weakening Kriegsmarine. Despite the Kriegsmarine's success with their powerful and accurate V-4 cruise missile, and their advancement in military technology, their overreliance on the wonder weapon had depleted much of the initial stockpile as production cannot keep up with demand.

Esdeath continues to march with her main SS division alongside already-arrived reinforcements of the German SS branch. Esdeath had recently captured the small town of Woodstock which still has its inhabitants, many of whom had received the news of the German invasion but didn't believe in its reality and thusly stayed put. Esdeath wants to relive her glory days as she did twenty years ago, but the more she continues on forward deeper into North American territory she sees the fight that she wants appearing less and less. Her troops are slowly becoming more and more tired out by the endless marches but more so by the fact on the lack of conflict. Rumors have spread around throughout the SS, that several scouting units have been encountered to be killed with massive cuts that look more like a sword slash. Now, Esdeath has a few squads lined up in front of her.

"Now men. I've gathered you in order to perform scouting and raiding missions," Esdeath opens up. "Lately, we've been not in any conflict with the enemy. That is why I want you twelve men to go out in squads of two to scout out enemy positions. That means enemy encampments, barracks, artillery batteries, etc. Doing so would bring us a swifter victory against the American and Canadian forces and a great honor for the Fatherland," Esdeath tells her men. She turns to them and sees them worried. "Any problems, my soldiers? In case you've forgotten, you are allowed to speak any concerns that come to mind." Esdeath encourages her men to speak. Of the twelve men an SS-Obersturmführer speaks up.

"As an SS-Obersturmführer, SS-Gruppenführerin. I will say this. Some of the men are hesitant to move out because of the rumors spreading." The SS-Obersturmführer. Esdeath turns her attention and stops in front of him. She remains silent but her aura is telling something else. "I assume you have heard or seen of it? But if you may recall, several of our scouting parties were killed in the most unnatural way possible... a-and some are worried that they may run into that creature." The SS-Obersturmführer stampers in part of his words.

"What division did you transfer from, SS-Obersturmführer?" Esdeath asks.

"From the 24th Infantry Division of the 8th Army, SS-Gruppenführerin Partas." The SS-Obersturmführer responded to Esdeath's question.

"Well SS-Obersturmführer, if you remembered anything from the three-month training period, I expected for my men to be well-trained and unafraid of such rumors," Esdeath walks down the lines. "The same goes for the rest of you. Unlike the men I trained from twenty years ago and those of my old world from so long ago, my expectations for you all are higher," Esdeath tells the men who remained stalwart. "Now, move out in your units and spot any divisions on the way. If you see any forward observers do not be hesitant in killing them, but if its an entire enemy force, you should be wise and not foolhardy. Now move out!"

"Jawhol, SS-Gruppenführerin!" The twelve men of the scouting party answered in unison.

8 April 1963
Germania, Greater Germanic Reich

In the war room of the Volkshalle, the Oberkommando Wehrmacht discuss amongst one another their next plan of strategy. Recently they've been encountering major hurdles in their invasion of the US that some have already begun to lose hope in their invasion but wouldn't openly say it, they even saw the writing on the wall just before they even declared war on the US but the Führer's orders are the same. The Wehrmacht forces have already begun taking heavy casualties in New England and worried that they won't be able to pull their forces from the US mainland. Reports of insertion tactics with the US air cavalry having taken over the airfields are numerous as those fields are what is bringing their forces supplies, by sea is another impossibility as the Royal Navy and US navies have already scrambled ships off the coast of the US and are slowly closing in on Nova Scotia.

Inside Göring's office, he reads over the latest reports on the American front from the OKW. As the Reich minister of War, Göring is second to Hitler in matters concerning the Wehrmacht. Failures are not what he hoped for in an all-out offensive against the US. New York, Washington D.C., Norfolk, and Georgia have all failed in their offensives and have either surrendered or wiped out. In the end, he doesn't know how to report to Hitler who was the most vocal for war against the US outside of the militarist faction. He hopes for further reports to be better than the previous ones as he couldn't handle any further failures. His image to his Führer and as leader of the militarist faction are all in unstable positions. He hears a knock on the door.

"You may enter." Göring orders. The door is opened by an Oberleutnant and in steps Generalfeldmarschell Ferdinand Schörner, second to Göring in the militarist faction.

"Heil Hitler, Reichsmarschall Göring." Schörner salutes Göring. Göring stands up from his seat and salutes Schörner.

"Heil Hitler, Generalfeldmarschell Schörner," Göring salutes to Schörner. "Please, sit," Göring orders Schörner, and he promptly sits. "Any updates on the American front?" Göring asks.

"If it's any good reports then I have one on this file," Schörner places down a file in front of Göring."But of reports laying on the realistic side, then there are several." Schörner continues. Göring sighs and opens the file with a more favorable report.

"Thank you, Generalfeldmarschell," Göring reads through it. "Sometimes it perplexes me on the choices made by our Führer," Göring mutters, unconfident about the choices made by Hitler in the past. The feeling is mutually shared by Schörner. As Göring reads through the report he notices a name he didn't expect to read a name, Esdeath Partas. Esdeath Partas, is a name he didn't expect to end up here on a report. But seeing Schörner has arrived personally and presented him a report that in a sense glorifies Esdeath, Göring recognizes that the Generalfeldmarschell is not pleased by the success of the German SS while the Wehrmacht in itself is failing. Göring sighs and places the file back down. "I am due to submit a report to the Führer in a couple of days. Seeing the German SS being successful over Wehrmacht will not put us in a good spot. I don't know what forces helped me retain my position as Reichsmarschall of the Luftwaffe twenty years ago, but I hope those same forces will play again." Göring contemplates.

"If anything, her success is a hamper to us. No less than what we're dealing with of those aligned with Bormann's or Speer's factions." Schörner responded to Göring's tiredness.

"But one thing can be assured. With her in North America, this will provide us a manner to keep better track of the rest of the SS that had not relocated to Burgundy." Göring comments. "But seeing further than that, one thing will be for sure. That if the Wehrmacht does not gain a major victory, then we all may be purged by the Führer."

"That is a possibility, but what I can attest is this," Schörner catches Göring's attention. "With the way how things are going, the reality is this. A quarter of the Wehrmacht forces will be stranded on UFN territory by the end of the month, and unless we can convince the Führer to allow a withdrawal of our forces while we still can then it may be possible to regain our strength." Schörner proposes a proposition of withdrawing to Göring. Schörner tilts his head down.

"This doesn't sound like you, Generalfeldmarschell," Göring tells Schörner. "I normally take you as the more radical of the militarists, but this is a change."

"Do not misjudge me, Reichsmarschell Göring. What I mean by what I said is simply this," Schörner then tilts his head back up. "That these men are to be needed on the homefront sooner than later. As what may come next will eclipse the war with the United States that we're having." Schörner stands up. "Well then, Reichsmarschell. I must take my leave. Good day to you and Heil Hitler." Schörner turns and leaves Göring's office.

"What could he mean by 'what may come next will eclipse the war with the US'?" Göring tells himself. He then grabs Esdeath's report. "But aside from our brief conversation, just what will I tell the Führer?" Göring stresses the facts of the new reality that he's facing as the Reichsminister of Defense.

10 April 1963
Germania, Greater Germanic Reich

Two days passed after Göring's meeting with Schörner, Göring walks through the halls of the Volkshalle into the Reichschancellory wing of the Volkshalle followed by his entourage. Across from Göring's entourage of the militarist faction are Albert Speer and his faction, the reformists. Alber Speer, Reichsminister of Economics, and his faction are ideologically on the left of the National Socialist German Workers Party who wish to reform the entirety of the Reich to be able to better compete against the enemies of the UFN and the Soviet Union. Opposite to the militarists who wish to reform the Reich to a modern military state as how Prussia was in its time.

"So, we meet once more Reichsmarschall Göring," Speer speaks first. "I presume you have updated reports on the American front?" Speer asks.

"Is he antagonizing me? If so, then I should retaliate back against him." Göring thinks to himself. "That will come soon enough," Göring speaks next to Speer. "Correct, Herr Speer. But if I may ask, what purpose do you have with the Führer? Are you here to discuss the homefront?"

"I would but Herr Goebbels is nowhere to be spotted," Speer said in response. "I wish to discuss with him about the Total War strategy and having it redesigned for the modern day in this war with the US," Speer continued. "Yet, one thing I haven't expected." Speer's phrasing incites Göring's attention

"And what may that be?" Göring asks, in the hopes that what he may say next he can use against him and the reformists.

"It's something we will all have to hear in the Führer's office." Speer turns and the doors to the Führer's office. The two factions enter Hitler's office in columns of two, spreading out after all of the members have entered. In the office, both men spot their mutual hated enemy, Martin Borman: personal secretary to Adolf Hitler, Parteikanzei, and leader of the conservative faction.

"And his brown eminence is here." Both leaders and the men of the reformist and militaristic factions have the same thought and reactions to Bormann as they had twenty years ago. Across from Bormann is Reichsministerof Public Engagement and Propaganda Joseph Goebbels, a neutral member of the three factions but a staunch supporter of Hitler and national socialism that both Speer and Göring see as an alternative to Bormann but no less than a sycophant then any of them. In the room is one other member, the director of the Geheime Staatspolizei and current Obergruppenführer of the German SS in the Greater Germanic Reich: SS-Obergruppenführer Heinrich Müller.

"Heil Hitler." The two men and their entrouges saluted the Führer.

"Welcome, Reichsmarschell Göring, Reichsminister Speer," The Führer, Adolf Hitler, welcomes his two other members of the inner circle. "Now without delay," Hitler coughs. The men of the inner circle remain stoic but it's plain as day that Hitler's health is failing. "Pardon, as I was saying. Now please, your reports." Hitler asks the men, recomposing himself from the cough and putting on his facade of being the leader with no opposition against him.

"As the Parteikanzei, my Führer. I propose that we should hear from the militarist side first," Parteikanzei Bormann opens first, putting Reichsmarschall Göring on the spot. "After that from Reichsminister Speer himself," Bormann continues. "After all, we are at war against the United States and the UFN, it would only make sense to do so." Bormann continues, appealing to Hitler's desire for war. He hopes whatever news will come forth by either of the men would advance himself over the others.

"You sly dirty cheating brown-nosing bastard!" Speer and Göring thought the same after being pointed out first by Bormann to give their reports. The two Reichsminister and Reichsmarschall can both certainly agree that their reports may not be to the Führer's liking and their mutual loathing of Bormann.

"Now then, Reichsmarschall Göring, what do you have for us to present?" Hitler directs to Göring.

"My Führer. Here is the current situation of our invasion against the US," Göring hands Hitler the report. Hitler grabs the report from Göring, visibly Hitler's left hand is shaking "As it says there. The current progression of the Wehrmacht is not going well. The Kriegsmarine already lost a fifth of its fighting force on top of a quarter of the allocated fighters used against the US Air Force. The US has already begun its counter-offensive against what strength we have left in the North East." Göring reports to the Führer. "This is further complicated by the fact we have two army corps serving overseas totaling over sixty-five thousand men and equipment. With a corp of twenty thousand in North Africa in joint service with the French State fighting off Arab partisan and Free France Forces, along with another forty-five thousand in French Indochina fighting the Vietcong. Followed by another million stationed across the Eastern Reichskommissariats of Russland, Kaukasien, Ostland, and Ukraine."

"Don't worry about this little offensive of the American dogs. Partas can easily wipe them out and bring us a total victory from New York. As per those men stationed outside of Reich, I doubt much will happen that will demand a full Wehrmacht response," Hitler comments. The room falls silent, almost all came to the realization that no one has reminded the Führer of Esdeath's diversion from New York to Halifax. "Why so silent?" Hitler asks.

"My Führer, SS-Gruppenführerin Partas never landed in New York. Per your last-minute decision, you sent her up north to Halifax on top with a quarter of transport and battler ships that were meant solely for the attack on the eastern mainland of the United States," Göring reminds Hitler. Hitler thinks for a moment. He can't recall exactly what spurred him to do such an irrational decision. It wasn't like him twenty years ago to do such a brash decision.

"Well then, Reichsmarshcall Göring. When you get the chance to get her in contact I want you to get her to me." Hitler orders Göring.

"Christ, his memory is failing that he can't remember the SS-Gruppenführerin is in the damned SS." Göring thinks to himself, many of the men are seeing the effects of Hitler's affliction with Parkinson's... it is beyond incurable and his cognitive function is starting to fail. "SS-Gruppenführerin Partas is part of the German SS, not the Wehrmacht." Göring passes the conversation to SS-Obergruppenführer Heinrich Müller.

"We haven't been able to get into much radio contact with SS-Gruppenführerin. The last transmission was two days prior, my Führer," SS-Obergruppenführer Müller reports Hitler.

"Right," Hitler responds with dejection he turns his attention to Albert Speer, a man he considers a long-time friend. "Now ou, Reichsminister Speer. What do you report about the homefront?"

"My Führer, with this report from the current Reichsminister of Armaments and War Productions, Reichsminister Karl Sauer, When it comes to the production of new planes and equipment. Our production of replacing the previous generation of Luftwaffe had started four years prior and we're currently at the level of being able to replace lost fighters and bombers. But to send the remaining of our stockpile of aircraft is difficult with the current situation in our war against the US." Speer opens up his report and presents his report to Hitler. "All of the people of the Greater Germanic Reich are more than eager to be serving the Reich in any way they can. But the reality is that the logistics of sending out previous generations of fighters and bombers to replace them with a new production of weaponry is proving difficult. Even production for new armaments is slowing down as we're still recovering ourselves from the SS revolt." Speer reports to Hitler. "In short, we were not ready for a full-on war, my Führer." Speer finishes and he steps back from Hitler. Göring steps in next.

"My Führer, if I may," Göring asks and Hitler allows him. "Despite what morale it may affect the populous," Göring glances at Goebbels and back to Hitler. "From what can be seen in the report, and a consensus by many of the generals in the Wehrmacht. With the American counter-offensive becoming more successful, and our Kriegsmarine being beaten back. We, the Wehrmacht, request a withdrawal of our from New England as the situation is becoming untenable. They're to regroup in Canada with the reinforcements coming in. But there lies a grand possibility that the current half a million men in North America would be surrounded and left stranded without reinforcement or supplies. That is what has happened to the divisions sent to the southern and central-eastern seaboards." Göring, following the recommendations of his own faction, tells Hitler a withdrawal of Wehrmacht forces from the US mainland and to regroup in Canada. In the end he, and many others, want those soldiers back before their cut off completely by the UFN forces. Hitler sighs after hearing what he has heard from Göring.

"After much review, Reichsmarschall. I too can share the reality," Hitler stands up from his chair. "I knew certainly what I wanted is to finally put an end to the United States. In spite of my dreams, reality destroys them," Hitler continued. "I want this war to be quick and easy without the usage of our current nuclear stockpile. But even I stand myself in the way of making victory." Hitler finishes his mini speech. "Do what you must Reichsmarschall, from what is seen we have underestimated the Americans, perhaps even to the point where SS-Gruppenführerin Esdeath Partas may not be able to handle it all on her own if she is out there without much support. And if cut off we will lose a good portion of our soldiers to the Americans," Hitler tells his men.

"But my Führer doing this will cause a disruption of morale in our populous! We promise that the Americans will pay with their blood after their attempt to assassinate you my Führer!" Reichsminister Goebbels objects.

"Do not object to my decisions Reichsminister Goebbels," Hitler orders Goebbels. "This meeting is over, go do what you can and will to keep public morale high and military morale even higher in face of defeat." Hitler ends the meeting.

Author's note:

After a while of thought, to help expand much on the story it would be best to cover not just from the perspective of Esdeath and the US but from the behind-the-scenes of the events that are unfolding. But I'm getting too ahead for myself.
New chapter is coming out soon and I won't be as burned out as before because thankfully, all of my papers that are for classes are over.