Alexander von Manstein was peacefully sitting down when the blood spray reached him, he wasn't prepared for that show, and now he was covered in blood from the boots up to the fieldcoat, not that he wasn't used to that gore scene. Back in Rheinland, at the medical section onboard the RNC Augsburg, he saw pilots of the military with their limbs torn to pieces by the Liberty Navy's illegal use of mass driver shells. Alexander watched how the commissar finished the last of the recruits with a combat shotgun.
Alexander stood up, wiped his fieldcoat with a handkerchief and awaited for the Commissar to receive him
Alexander von Manstein: Well, being shot wasn't in my schedule... *He leaned on the wall that leaded into the Commissar's office, and he started to reflect if he made the right choice, he was a revolutionary after all, but being tortured, killed, shot or chopped to pieces wasn't in schedule*