As the command staff at Guantánamo Bay debated how to proceed. Cut off from high command and clinging to rumors older than their orders, a voice cut through their increasingly heated deliberation.
It was a familiar voice to anyone who had paid even passing attention to global politics over the last thirty years.
It was not the voice of a bureaucrat, nor a diplomat, nor any man whose legacy would be penned by committee.
It was the voice of a man who had shaped the world through steel, diesel, and uncompromising will.
Seldom had he appeared on broadcast or television.
But when he did, the world changed in his wake.
"To the brave American soldiers still guarding Guantanamo Bay while your homeland fractures behind you… I, Reichsmarschall Bruno von Zehntner, hereby issue a decree of benevolence. Strike your banners. Lay down your arms. Surrender yourselves to the German Reich and its allies… or be consumed by a torrential hellfire the likes this world has never witnessed."
