With the new Ilse Volta added to your family and Anne-Marie went back to house shopping while you finished up your war deployment, you got ready to get things done in true Irromic style. Mostly this involved tying up loose ends, shaking hands, and getting your Good Boy slips signed by all and sundry. Aside from the usual victory tours, parade inspections, and official photographs, the most important thing you did was sit in and on the Boards of Review.
A Board of Review was one of the older Irromic traditions, dating back to the Mittlebergen campaigns in the Unification Wars. The old way of doing it had a dozen officers around a campfire with wine and meat, discussing what caused victory and defeat, but now it was a way to fish out good ideas and shoot down bad ones. For most of them, you were just an onlooker, but you did get to participate in the Reviews of Holn, Schabler, and even one centered around yourself.
Holn's Review was a fairly short affair, with the board consisting of yourself, Field Marshal of Afrika Ronald duBoren, four of his colonels, and six assorted staff officers from the Empire proper. Things got started with a view of the initial retreat, and Holn lashing out against the fact North Force took three months to muster up, by which point he was penned in behind fieldworks on the south of the Zambezi. After that you got to pitch in, mentioning that the total lack of riverine back-end was what actually kept Holn in the dark- once you'd organized a proper riverine brigade, things proceeded much more cleanly. It wasn't hard to praise Holn's decision to end the war with the rather punishing advances he'd taken, since it would have taken Schabler a year to reach M'banga and possibly another year to siege it into surrender. In return, Holn was appreciative of your work getting him the tanks and infantry units, and was quite happy to have gotten native units. According to him, he'd never have been able to advance on M'banga as fast as he had without the light logistical burden of the lighter colonial regiments as composed to the heavier units from the metropole. The tanks he was less pleased with, since while they worked they were also a massive logistical burden. That said, they worked on tearing the middle line wide open on his right, and he was confident they would have rolled over the fieldworks in the third line too. Most of the line officers were happy with the field performance, even if the metropolitan officers spent most of it scratching their heads and shrugging.
Schabler's board had roughly the same composition, and went far worse. He'd dragged his feet getting North Force off the blocks, and every time he tried to defend himself with the concept of insufficient supply you ripped into him. He was a metropolitan officer through and through, but he'd screwed up his research and tried to apply norms formed from the campaigns in the Werserlands instead of the very well-researched normatives of a highlands campaign that the Dars-el-Salaam War College put out. Even the metropole officers couldn't defend him after the disaster at the highland prairies near Rourke's Creek. Fifteen thousand WIA and two thousand in change KIA, in large part by friendly fire, due to using normative tactics wholly unsuited for the terrain? There was no covering that up. Post-battle analysis provided by the War College Afrikans showed that it was probable the infiltrating forces had been eliminated or beaten off in the first six minutes- the remaining hour of fire was soundly on Schabler's own head. The colonial officers, meanwhile, ripped into him for not letting them deploy as they saw fit, citing dozens of instances where they couldn't maintain contact and had insufficient beaten zones, forage zones, security zones, and supply zones. By compressing the group as tightly as he had, Schabler had nearly choked his units to death, and it was the quiet threat of mutiny from the local support that was the only thing holding his supply lines open that got Schabler moving. You personally suspected it was also a threat of getting a grenade under his bunk that put Schabler off his ass, but that wasn't something you'd say where a Field Marshall was watching. The end result, a court-martial for Schabler, was neither unexpected nor something you'd possibly miss.
Your personal review wasn't a disaster, but it wasn't covered in roses. Giving anything to Schabler was seen as a mistake, and more importantly the impromptu Fourth Volta was something that was going to catch you flak since it was entirely indigenous and therefore a total wild card on terms of adoption. The recommendation against a permanent armor detachment was taken well, since it meshed with what Holn had seen and what the number-crunchers had spat out. The recommendation to recruit Askari for the formerly-Irromic Only units was certainly a head-scratcher, but when you explained they wouldn't need to be taken home and that the old 'citizenship by spilled blood' clause would cover them got everyone from the metropole interested. Manpower was still very thin on the ground at home, and the Bamberg's Fourth expected to need at least fifteen years to come back up to full strength. With Oberstleutnant Gremory, the leader of the unit in question, amicable, it was decided to allow a depot company to set up shop in the Volta region to feed into the Fourth Bamberg for the foreseeable future. The formalization of your other "specialist forces" projects was also green-lit, this one with much more ease. Permanent riverine and mountain troops would make the frontier much less permeable, and more importantly prevent a lot of the costly accidents on this campaign.
At the end of it, they pinned on the Oberstleutnant ribbons with aplomb, and it took a minute for you to realize you'd actually done it. You'd made staff officer. After collecting the best of your Afrikan staff and several local Askari as a semi-private bodyguard and housekeeping staff (an old tradition of staff officers who'd proven themselves in Afrika) you promptly got in a steamer, and went home. Anne-Marie was delighted to see you, and so was the rest of your family when you saw them next. Dad was proud, Mother was estatic, and your good-for-nothing brother had finally bit the bullet and settled down in the family castle so you could stay in Luneburg as a teacher at the War College. Life was good.
VOTE
During the Interim, what do you teach at the War College? Choose one from each column; this will influence who you can pick for future specialists for contests.
100s level (For scrubby young lieutenants)
[] Basic Logistics (112)
[] Small Unit Tactics (104)
[] Integrated Operations (143)
200s level (For people who volunteered)
[] Armor in Warfare (264)
[] History of Military Mathematics (203)
[] Conflict in Afrika (257)
300s level (For up-and-coming staff officers)
[] Operational Arts (301)
[] Integration of Technology (326)
[] Specialist Unit Command (328)