CHAPTER TWO - The Great War
12th January 1918
It is just after midnight and we are one week into the New Year. This war was supposed to last six months and we have been at it for almost three years now. Hard to feel like it will ever end.
Those around me are sure we are winning the war but I thought I would get a second opinion. It’s not often I can smuggle in papers from the United States. This copy of the New York Times was a trophy from a skirmish near Bapaume where the Entente lines were overrun. The villagers are close to starving, so all it took to get it was a loaf of bread that I shoved under my shirt from the Officer’s Mess.
Based on this article it sounds like we better get to this “big push” soon, while we still have a chance.
Our Hauptmann keeps the maps under lock and key. I have nothing else to do tonight so I picked the lock and set to work copying one over by hand. I suppose this could get me locked up, but it is going to be a long night and the map might come in handy later on.
Our battlefront extends from just below the River Scarpe and Arras all the way south to Cambrai. There are eleven Jastas here including Jasta 11, the current home of our famous Red Knight, Von Richthofen. Heidemann is every bit as accomplished a flyer as Richthofen, but outmatched when it comes to politics and self-promotion. If he spent a little less time mooning over his dear wife Elfi and little more time working the Kofl, he might have a chance at promotion.
The sun is almost up and the artillery has quieted down. I better go get some rest.