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Reverend Mother Michael Therese
Sample First Person Journal Entry: (Written in a flawless hand)
1 December, 1940. Although Pius XII (may God's blessings shine upon him, and may his hand ever be guided by our Lord) so far seems to wish we maintain a neutral stance on the war, God help me, but I am of two minds as regard this. The agressive stance of the Germans toward my beloved home and its people grow worse. The first time, it was terrible. This time, however, seems different, and all the more malign.
Just yesterday, a delivery man I have seen pass by the school in the mornings on his way to deliver goods for many years was shot dead upon the cobbles down the path, and just beyond our own front gate. I sincerely doubt that that poor old man had violated any rule at all, for all it's such a simple thing these days to do so. One can scarcely help it, and yet survive, in fact. This concerns me greatly. Too many of our neighbors have been killed, or hauled off to God-Only-Knows-Where. Too many good people have already died, and it only seems to be getting worse.
At night, mostly, I hear distant shots, usually singly, sometimes, though, more. It is then that I know another of my countrymen is gone. I pray for their souls, but do not believe that this is all that I can do. Nor all that I should do. I hear rumors. The letters I get from abroad, when they come at all, from my family and friends, from my fellows at other churches and convents across Europe, they speak of terrible things, sometimes, unbelievable things. Unbelievable, that is, did I not know evil when I see it. Again, I can only see this festering, more and more, growing like a terrible cancer across the face of the world. Unless the Germans are stopped, of course. In the meantime, the innocent must be protected from their ravages as best as can be managed...
Sample First Person Journal Entry: (Written in a flawless hand)
1 December, 1940. Although Pius XII (may God's blessings shine upon him, and may his hand ever be guided by our Lord) so far seems to wish we maintain a neutral stance on the war, God help me, but I am of two minds as regard this. The agressive stance of the Germans toward my beloved home and its people grow worse. The first time, it was terrible. This time, however, seems different, and all the more malign.
Just yesterday, a delivery man I have seen pass by the school in the mornings on his way to deliver goods for many years was shot dead upon the cobbles down the path, and just beyond our own front gate. I sincerely doubt that that poor old man had violated any rule at all, for all it's such a simple thing these days to do so. One can scarcely help it, and yet survive, in fact. This concerns me greatly. Too many of our neighbors have been killed, or hauled off to God-Only-Knows-Where. Too many good people have already died, and it only seems to be getting worse.
At night, mostly, I hear distant shots, usually singly, sometimes, though, more. It is then that I know another of my countrymen is gone. I pray for their souls, but do not believe that this is all that I can do. Nor all that I should do. I hear rumors. The letters I get from abroad, when they come at all, from my family and friends, from my fellows at other churches and convents across Europe, they speak of terrible things, sometimes, unbelievable things. Unbelievable, that is, did I not know evil when I see it. Again, I can only see this festering, more and more, growing like a terrible cancer across the face of the world. Unless the Germans are stopped, of course. In the meantime, the innocent must be protected from their ravages as best as can be managed...