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An excerpt from Nicolae Ceaușescu's 1970 novel, Betrayed on All Sides: Romania During the Great War
Romania, my beloved yet beleaguered homeland, entered the maelstrom of the Second World War not as a willing combatant, but as a nation gripped by fear, suffocated by internal rot, and betrayed...
An excerpt from Jean-Michel Veranneman De Watervliet's 2014 novel, The Death of Belgium
By the end of May 1940, Belgium had ceased to exist as a sovereign nation. The Wehrmacht's lightning thrust through the Ardennes—blunt, brutal, and wholly unexpected—shattered not only the fragile Maginot...
Threadmarks: Interlude: Legoland (Denmark) is mine
An Excerpt from Peter H. Tveskov's Between the World War and the Cold War: Denmark in the 1940s
The morning of April 9, 1940, dawned without warning or preparation for Denmark. At approximately 5:00 AM, the Nazi war machine surged across the border in a coordinated blitzkrieg offensive that...
Excerpt from Sisu: Finland's Peril During the Second World War and Early Cold War
By Carl Gustav Mannerheim, 1957
The period of uneasy peace that followed the end of the Winter War in early 1940 was, to most Finns, never regarded as anything more than an intermission. Though the Moscow Peace...
Excerpt from The Northern Front: Norway During the Second World War
By Varg Vikernes, 2005
On June 10, 1940, as the last Norwegian army units laid down their arms, the mainland capitulated to German occupation. From the icy fjords of Nordland to the shattered quays of Oslo, Nazi control...
An Excerpt From
Neutrality: Sweden's Journey in the Second World War
Sweden's position at the onset of World War II was one of delicate balance and uncertainty. Having emerged from the Winter War with Finland in 1940, Sweden was left in a precarious position: neutral but increasingly...
January 28, 1942
Quirinal Palace
Rome, Italy
Private Audience Chamber of King Victor Emmanuel III
The marble walls of the chamber glowed pale in the winter light seeping through tall windows. Outside, the fountains of Piazza del Quirinale had frozen mid-motion, their icy silence mocking the...
An excerpt from Geert Wilders Book: Resistance, The Netherlands during WW2
Despite its official policy of neutrality, the Netherlands was invaded on the morning of May 10, 1940, by German forces, who struck without any formal declaration of war. The attack was part of a larger strategy designed...
February 7, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
I sat across from Louis Napoleon and Francisco Franco in my office. Heavy velvet curtains choked the winter light, and the air reeked of old cigars, ambition, and the ghosts of failed empires. In front of me, sprawled across the desk like a...
February 4, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
They called it a declaration. A united front. A proclamation of justice from the self-anointed saints of civilization—Leopold, Churchill, Roosevelt, and that awkward French ghost in a general's uniform, De Gaulle. Four men who wouldn't recognize...
January 25, 1942
Livadia Palace, Yalta
Soviet Union
The fire in the hearth crackled like distant gunfire, a low percussion echoing off the cavernous walls of old imperial decadence. Outside, snow pressed against the stained-glass windows like a ghost begging to be let in. The room smelled of...
January 17, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
The wine tasted like copper and regret. I wasn't even sure it was wine anymore—could've been blood, honestly. The light above the table buzzed with the dull hum of fascist decay, like the spirit of the Risorgimento itself was trapped in the filament...
January 15, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
I stepped into my office during lunch break. Normally, I'd eat with the family—smile at the kids, pretend to enjoy my wife's boiled vegetables—but not today. Today, I wanted to be alone.
I sat down in the chair. The old leather creaked like it was...
January 15, 1942
Paris
France
The city had fallen under the shadow of war at last, its streets now crisscrossed with soldiers and the low hum of armored engines. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the stench of decay—a reflection of the turmoil that had consumed it. The old city...
An excerpt from the 1999 novel, The Shoah by Elie Wiesel
Benito Mussolini was no friend of the Jews. In 1938, under Hitler's suffocating pressure, he signed into law a raft of racial edicts that stripped Jews in Italy of their citizenship, employment, and dignity. It was a betrayal that echoed...
An excerpt from Anne Frank's diary of a young girl
Tuesday, 15 January 1942
I heard something today that stopped my breath. The radio crackled, and they spoke about Rome. It's been bombed by the Germans, but not with ordinary bombs. Chemical weapons, they said. Cities across Italy are burning...
January 3, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
The room smelled of old cigars, dust, and a strange sharpness—maybe it was the air itself, as if the walls were breathing in tune with the steady hum of the city outside. The city, my city, where the pulse never stops, where every street corner feels...
Threadmarks: Un petit coronation avec mon ami le general
December 20, 1941
Somewhere in the Alps, near Chambéry
Kingdom of France (Savoy front)
The wind cut through the valley like a blade, sharp with ice and smoke. Snow melted under the treads of Italian tanks and the bootsteps of a new crusade. The flag overhead—blue with a golden eagle and...
December 17, 1941
Vatican City – Private Audience Hall
The rain hadn't followed me here—but the silence had. That heavy, papal kind. The kind that hums in the bones of saints carved before anyone knew what phosphorus did to skin. It oozed out of the walls, breathed through marble lungs. It made...