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Satisfaction
He knew the singing macaroni was in the same tent as the moron he’d used as a guinea pig for his monument, The Hole.
What a rush that’d been.
His legacy still stood at the far end of the camp. The brick hell hole was all he had left of his time in charge. But wasn’t that the most notable building around? It contrasted so well with the macaroni church. Hell and heaven. Which would these bastards remember longest after this war? Making those f*****g Eye-Ties build the very walls that would punish them so cruelly was pure genius.
He’d told the guards he’d be checking on the camp himself. He did that sometimes when he needed time to himself. He was in his civvies, but the night staff didn’t care. They were just relieved to have down time in the middle of the night.
He’d c
