"...."
I gazed at the graves of my men laid to rest in the Kellerheim church, unable to hide the heaviness in my heart. The other cavalry had taken heavy losses too, but I'd lost five of my men to the gunner unit's attack.
The Gale Knights were precious subordinates I held especially dear. Reorganizing the unit and the strategy meetings on taking Radensdorf had kept me terribly busy, but there was one thing I'd never skip, and that was the funeral Mass.
"Loving and merciful Father, we entrust to You those who departed this world believing in the holy Christ, trusting that they will rise again together with Christ."
The Kellerheim bishop was an outsider, but he carried out the rites for the dead with care, sincerely praying that they might find peaceful rest at Christ's side.
