Diary Entry #1
Defending Ethiopia is hard. Although we outnumber their troops, Fascist Italy has much better tools to use in terms of technological advancements. However, Emperor Haile Selassie I continues to implement Ethiopian pride and nationalism among us, helping us overcome the adversity that we have endured. Without him, I'm not sure that I and the other Ethiopian soldiers would be able to pursue fighting in this disgusting war for any longer than we already have. If this is ever found, and I am no longer living, please tell my beautiful wife Angelina Jolie (American descent) that I love
Diary Entry #2
I was the sergeant in charge of the Classification Section of the 32nd Infantry Regiment Personnel office. I had just received orders that we were to invade Ethiopia even further. During combat it was my job to assign replacements to depleted rifle companies and escort them on trucks to the meat-grinder front lines. When I was inducted I understood that I was going to be in the Army until we won the war, no matter how long it took--two years, five, ten... In May, 1936, the war in Ethiopia ended. In July, 1936, I, together with my division, headed for the port out of Africa and back into Italy. There we boarded a large troopship headed for home.
Diary Entry #3
Today was horrifying. The Italians used mustard gas against us. My best friend, Imuku, received rashes all across his face. Another man in my infantry division screamed before his life came to an end. His face was bleeding with puss as I ran by him to take his ammunition. How could the Italians be so inhumane? Why would they want any man to endure such pain and hardship? I hope the Italians get what they deserve: hell.