Heinrich's retirement was far less grand than Bruno's. He continued serving on over the course of the following months, dotting the Is and crossing the Ts.
Then, when the day came for him to depart it was a simple matter of handing in his papers and departing from the office in civilian clothing.
The office of the General Staff… He gazed upon it one last time in the streets as an older man. A man who had survived half a century of war, and all that came with it.
From the outside, the building looked the same as it always had. But the young officers stepping past him and their newer uniforms reminded Heinrich that he was a relic of an older era.
Few stopped to notice him. They all had a job to fulfill, and in a time of peace nobody had the time to remember old legends from past wars.
The Reichsbanner flew proudly over the building, and Heinrich couldn't help but feel a sense of soft pride as he raised his hand in salute one last time before departing.
