He had to open his eyes once again, seeing through tears his right hand already wrapped in bandages.
At this moment, the army medic noticed that Fritz was awake, and leaned in, "Commander, if you're awake, please get up quickly and command the troops! Enemy artillery preparation is done, they're surely going to attack!"
Only then did Franz get up and ask the doctor, "How's my hand?"
"It's saved. The shrapnel was stuck between the tendons and nerves, any closer and you would have been permanently disabled. Now with a year's rest, it can recover."
"That's good." Franz changed the subject, "What about my staff and deputy officer? They should have been with me at the division bunker."
"They're probably gone. All survivors of the bunker should have been sent here, but look, only you, a single officer with red shoulder insignia, is here."
Franz: "How bad is the situation?"
