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<span class="mu-i">Up an at ‘em, fluffy,</span> you told yourself as you rose out of bed, turned on the electric lamp by your bed and did morning stretches. Your left arm was still weak- your humerus getting shattered by a bullet would do that. The sun was coming up- still too dark to just open the shades. Checked the clock. Half an hour before reveille- not that the bugle at the Archduke’s Own Panzer Officer Academy was a strict call for students, but old habits died hard.
It was the weekend. August the 18th, 1933. Four months into your program. No lectures today. No tests coming up. You had a research paper halfway done that wasn’t due until the end of the month, and you could get it done any time you wanted. You were already familiar with the material, after all. No, today, you had something else planned…something you weren’t quite ready for.
>Go through your clothes. You can’t go outside in your pajamas, can you?
>Check the vanity. You needed to refresh your memory about yourself.
>You’re starving. Get food. Your waist wouldn’t bloat before wintertime, best enjoy it while you could.
>Other?