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-Strosstadt, September 25th, 1932, 19:05. 2nd Penal Division Camps
The penal division camp was in somewhat of a bustle this night.
The General had visited this camp before, yesterday morning. He had seen a pitiful sight; every soldier was unhappy, defeated and listless. Some trudged in loose orbits about their tents while others stared at the ground, sitting cross legged and hunched over. Not many of these men had actually done anything wrong; they were merely from the same areas as their traitorous counterparts. They had been put through the wringer as any true turncoat would have been, however; investigated, intimidated, then scattered about and brushed back together into new formations among strangers. That morning, what lay before the General were not soldiers, but a band of lost and confused boys.
Tonight, however, the atmosphere had been inversed.
The General observed the new scene from afar, under the pale light of a lamppost on a hill, but still close enough to hear the focus of the commotion. Standing atop a makeshift stage of food crates was a middle aged soldier, not dressed particularly different but clearly a chaplain by their speech.
“The Reich sends their hordes, their swarm of locusts, into our lands, convinced that their conquest is just!” cried the chaplain, to the support of the soldiers, “News has come to us of the truth, now! The Reich rots from within, writhing in the grip of famine! The Lord has condemned our foes to an inevitable doom, for their sins! To defend our nation is not simply our lot as the sons of Strosvald, but the divine will of God!”
A resounding cheer erupts from the crowd. Many soldiers have painted the seal of God upon their faces, the Hammer of Judgement, upon their faces with charcoal and ash, whatever they could find that suited the purpose.
