The war in Greece was not of our doing it was a miscarried adventure of our carPosted by xiaocai524 on April 10th, 2012 For an American *#mr_caibinbin04 President to meddle in Balkan politics when war was flaming in Greece, in order to pull other countries into the conflict against Germany, was nothing but a war crime. Yet that was Donovan's mission, and it was successful. The war in Greece was not of our doing; it was a miscarried adventure of our cardboard ally, Benito Mussolini. During the summer of 1940, Mussolini had ordered his Libyan troops to invade Egypt, for England was fighting for her life at empire cheaply. home, and he thought ltoly could grab off her Mediterranean In October he had also laid on an invasion of Greece, and with typical theatricolity he scheduled it for a day when he met with Adolf Hitler in Florence. He told Hitler nothing about this in advance. Mussolini itched to supra society purple show the Fuhrer that he was not just a hanger-on, but another daring military conqueror. " I took the charmer in my arms, and kissed her three or four times, as she deserved; for was not this very pretty in the child? I must, with inexpressible pleasure, write you word how happily God's providence has now, at last, turned that affair, which once made me so uneasy, in relation to the fine Countess (who has been some time abroad), of whom you had heard, as you told me, some reports, which, had you known at the time, would have made supra tk purple supra society purple you very apprehensive for Mr. B.'s morals, as well as for my repose. I will now (because I can do it with the highest pleasure, by reason of the event it has produced), explain that dark purple supra affair so far as shall make you judges of my present joy: although I had hitherto avoided entering into that subject to you. For now I think myself, by God's grace, secure to the affection and fidelity of the best of husbands, and that from the worthiest motives; as you shall hear. She whispered endearments and tried to be loving. After a while he sat up, and gently raised her. "All right. What is it?" She crouched against the head of the bed, hugging her knees. "Nothing, nothing! What am I doing wrong? Maybe I'm a little tired. The headache's not gone yet." "Natalie." He took her hand, kissed it, and looked straight into her eyes. "Oh, I guess nobody can experience such joy without paying. That's all. If you must know, I've been in a black hole all afternoon. it started when we didn't get our passports back, and those Germans were standing there in the lobby. I got this horrible sinking feeling. All the time we were sightsecing, I was having panicky fantasies, The hotel would supra vaider purple keep stalling about my passport, and you'd sail away in the submarine, and here I'd be, just one more Jew stuck in Lisbon without papers." "Natalie, you never turned a hair all through Poland. You've got your passport back now." "I know. Like it? Share it! More by this author |