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Much of your command was spent keeping your fresh young troops out of meat grinders, yanking on their reigns when they felt too bold, and making absolutely no friends amongst your allies as you refused to waste your mens’ lives in whatever scheme they had to try and wrest advantages or cause distraction. It was considered meritorious by the Grossreich, though- the service had given you your Bronze Crest medal in recognition of competent and valiant leadership.
“Funny,” Winnifred said drily when you trailed off at the end, “I thought you might exaggerate at least one thing. Are you not proud of the unit you forged in fire, and kept preserved? Its casualty rates were notably low. All those reading the analyses were extremely impressed by that.”
Hah. Did you have a good word being put in by an analyst for you there, you wondered. “I’m a Luftwaffe man. The Imperial Army just isn’t my style.”
Did Winnifred have a hint of a prideful smile there? It faded before you could be sure. “You did leave your mark, though. Come now. I know the name it earned as well as you do. Speak it. Just as much of Griffon Battalion is still under your command as did remain in their capacity as a special purpose expedition capability. Your influence is spread over two units now.”
>Your mark was the tactical style of hit and run and harassment, like burglars smashing up a place and running off, rather than what one might expect of a Panzer Battalion. The Panzer Bandits, your unit was referred to derisively.
>The operation in Halmeggia had influenced your conduct in Mittelsosalia. You were never where you were wanted, but also never expected, by your allies or enemies. Only taking battles where you could appear without warning, you were referred to as, either out of dread or disrespect, the Kaiser’s Crows.
>Focusing on being as big a pain in the neck as possible while using your speed and firepower to keep from getting trapped, the Griffon Battalion under you pushed itself in the way of attacks that were not too well supported and would conduct fighting retreats that exhausted and frustrated the enemy, as well as your allies who expected you to hold the line. This gave your unit the moniker of “Dust Ghosts.”
>Other? (You were not commanding elites nor directing them in ways that would be called heroic rather than keeping them alive and intact- keep in mind that few would sing songs of your unit in its theming)
