Zagreb, Croatia, Naval Guard Command Tent
Philipp let out a long sigh as he looked over the paper in front of him, the Federation was really going to the rats it seemed. With a slight groan he sits up, pushing from the chair he'd been in and reaching over for his hat. This was certainly going to be a fun trip, all of the things he'd been trying to avoid by joining the military seemed to have just dropped into his lap during perhaps the worst time, the middle of a war.
Walking slowly from his tent, pushing the flap out of his way, he waves for his messenger to come over to him. With a hustle, the man rushes to the General's side, speaking with a bit of eagerness.
"Ja, Sir? Was soll ich für Sie tun?"
With a grunt, Philipp replies. "Würden Sie bitte signalisieren den Oberst des 3. Fußschutz, um mich so schnell wie möglich zu erfüllen."
With only a slight nod, the soldier raises his hand and salutes, clicking his heels together before turning to hurry off into the morass of tents and structures made for the Naval Guard. He'd have a few minutes at least, to stand and ponder the potential outcomes of the developing political situation, although he was loathe to do so. Instead, he contented himself with looking around the camp near him, placing his gaze upon assembled soldiers and cavalrymen, the hastily made latrines and the makeshift mess halls. Before too long though, he turns as the sound of boots on dry ground signals the arrival of the sought after Oberst.
With a quick salute, the well dressed and proper fellow introduced himself. "Oberst Wolfram Kaspar, der Kommandeur der 3. Fußschutz Regiment, zu Ihren Diensten, Sir!"
Returning the salute quickly, the General waves a hand to dismiss the messenger. "Oberst, stellen Sie bitte Ihr Regiment bereit zu reisen, wir Festlegung für Wien in ein paar Stunden. Wir haben requiriert die benötigten Züge und Zubehör."
The Oberst looks a little confused for a moment before nodding, looking around briefly at the camp. Without a word he salutes and hurries off on his way, calling to men along the way.
In a few hours the men would be making their way to Vienna, and God willing, to a better future for the Federation.
Telegram said:
En route to Vienna, will be accompanied by 3. Fußschutz Regiment, please make ready for arrival, will be within city limits less then one hour, please notify State Militia of such. Upon arrival shall post men at rail-yard to await word from yourself.