Dear Diary,
The scum-sucking enemy hordes have been stopped on the outskirts of Ricoville. A victory at last -- obviously selected whippings, executions and postings to punishment latrine battalions of my military commandersn has worked.
I have decided to wrest back Rico Town -- we have received some lend-lease Matilda tanks from our weak-kneed English Allies. So far so good according to the first reports from the front lines.
As our valiant forces fight their way into the suburbs of Rico Town, an enemy tank burns in the foreground -- an early victim of the marauding platoon of lend-lease Matildas just visible in the distance.
What back-handed treachery is this?? The enemy seems to be using our own equipment against us?? Is there no depths to which they won't sink? Hmm... which treacherous swine let those tanks be captured?
I want names!! ... I think a few more whippings before tomorrow's afternoon tea will be in order!
On a personal note... the new soundproofing I had installed in my bunker really keeps out that annoying racket made by the enemy bombing raids on our capital. Slept like a baby last night.
PS: Gotta find out the name of that scrumptious young crumpet that joined the bunker serving staff yesterday... she needs to be properly screened...all, ahem... in the interest of state security, of course.