75 kilometers north of Mount Raoul Pass, Army Group Command, January 7, 916, 0700 hours.
General Ewald von Steyr-Mark held a coffee cup in one hand and a report delivered that morning in the other.
"Xiplin is still commanding the Eleventh Army Group… Is this really appropriate? He's a general, and so am I." The silver-haired general sighed, "These young men get promoted so quickly. Just a few years ago, he was a vice admiral, and now he's a general. In a little while, he might even become a marshal, while I will still be a general."
The deputy officer also sighed, "I remember he's only five years older than me."
"You are a staff officer, it's not the same unless you get an opportunity like Rudendorf did, transitioning from a staff officer to a chief officer. But even then, many looked down on him, thinking he was just a staff officer, unfit for greater responsibilities," said General Steyr-Mark before taking a sip of his coffee.
