July, 1943. Sicily.
I do not know what to think.
I cannot decide what my disposition is to these Germans. We have been taught that they are all evil. That they are all terrible, horrid people who deserve nothing more than the iron fist of American judgment.
And yet, I am conflicted. Is it true? Is this entire army of Nazis truly evil? Or is there good amidst their ranks? Are they good men? Men who would pick up someone when they’re down? Men who love their mothers with all their heart, and truly want what’s best for their families?
These questions occupy the empty space in my mind, filling it with wonder and doubt. What is the truth??
Adalasia. She is my only release from this madness. Her innocence. Her beauty. Her kindness. It overwhelms me with emotion. She has a hold on my heart which I fear cannot be released. The subconscious, sublime cohesiveness that we share has taught me the true meaning of love. I love her. And I will do anything to shield her from this horrific world we have created.
There is no greater calling than to protect the people you love.