The Major, no colonel, he corrected himself with a bitter taste, was calming down finally, enough to function anyway.  Time to go get a look at the state of things first hand.  He stuck his head back in the tent.<br/>"Pick me up on my phone if anything happens." He said, referring to his radio. He clapped a helmet on his head and rested his arm along the spine of the machine gun that was hanging from the sling on his shoulder and started walking. His weapon looked like something from WW II and almost was, but when wars happened you often had to put old guns into knew hands and old ones because it was all you had on hand. Another legionnaire followed behind him.  A young woman with dark Moroccan skin. "This is a great freaking day for the world to fall apart. Me said bitterly." What had the brass been thinking, what had everyone been thinking.  Well he would be damned to hell before he took this sitting down, and if he had his way he would march right back to Paris, promote himself to general, and then have the whole army staff rounded up and host before giving himself a medical discharge and a hefty pension. He caught site of a young officer and marched over to you.<br/><br/>"Hey yankie, what's your name... Alright lieutenant, well looks like I'm your new commander since your own commanders have all soiled themselves and run off." He said with a tired look in his eyes. "Get this position cleaned up, and get that peace of garbage out of here and get yourself a real machine gun..." He held up a hand to silence any retorts as he called his logistics and told them to bring a 7.62 machine gun down there. "I'll give you 500 rounds, don't waste it and don't loose it because it's all you get until we capture more okay?  You get your people together and get ready to jump when I tell you because I don't intend to sit around and wait for the Reds to come and shoot us. So, as soon as I know what the hell is going on with NATO forces we're going to secure Berlin and I mean really secure Berlin. Then I'm going to march this army back west and I'm going to shoot all of those idiots you Americans call staff officers so I hope you don't have a problem with that." He spoke so dryly it was hard to tell if he was joking." After that he turned around to goo check out something else and the woman following him shrugged apologetically.<br/>"Look, he's as grumpy as an old badger but he means well. He's a good commander trust me." She said and hurried after him.