World War Two: Three Dictators

In 1940 I was forced to chose a side I chose for the at that time winning side; the Germans. I declared war on Britain and France and prepared an army to attack the French. My troops marched in to France but were held up in the Alps. In this relatively short campaign we lost about 1200 troops and the French only 200 hundred. This would be the start of a long list of loses we encountered during the Second World War.

We continued fighting in Africa and also in Europe during the years 1940 to 1942. We preformed poorly after the initial successes in Africa. This was all down to the fact that we simply did not have the resources to fight a war on such a large scale.

In 1943 after the war factories in Milan and Turin had been shut down, I was having a meeting with the Fascist Grand Council. This was the first time we had met since the start of the war. Things were not looking very good for me. My country was loosing the war left, right and centre and there was going to be a vote about whether I should be replaced or not. I was ignorant as always and did not see it as a real threat to my position. I was wrong. I lost the vote and was arrested the very next day. They sent me to the mountain resort of Gargnano the same place as were it had all started. The same place where the mysterious man had spoken to me only a few years ago.

In my day in Gargnano, I attempted to build up my own fascist state Repubblica Sociale Italiana. It was a sad attempt for my own satisfaction to try and keep the fascist spirit alive.

I continued to try and build up the Repubblica Sociale Italiana, and while doing this I had a chance to forget about the war. However, this did not last very long. On one morning, I set of to work on the Repubblica Sociale Italiana policies towards handicapped. As I was strolling along the street I noticed a peculiar shadow I walked closer to See what it was and suddenly every thing went pitch black.

The next thing I knew was that I had been tied to a chair. A man stood over me. I asked him where I was. He answered in a heavily accented voice. “You are in Auschwitz”. As he spoke these words I almost fainted. I saw my life flashing before my eyes. I could not belief it. The only thing I could say was. ”But… but how?” A second figure emerged from the darkness. The figure started to explain that it had been a set up and that the Italian government had kidnapped me and smuggled me to Auschwitz under a falls identity.

I later found out that the first man was Arthur Liebehenschel the director of Auschwitz. As I now sit in my hut in the Auschwitz main camp and write my memoirs. I think back to the days when I was a great leader. When I was going to build a second Roman Empire. The great Mussolini walking towards his death.