June 7 [1942]: Hitler is worried. This isn't going well. It seems the entire world is quickly coming up in arms against him. Some of his greatest generals, the aspiring young Rommel that proved so invaluable during the invasion of Wales amongst them, have perished. His allies were floundering in their respective fronts in Asia, despite ample German assisstance. Even the moderate attacks on Ireland had failed, a year ago even the most minor offensive would have brought those damn Gaelics to their knees. Attacks on ECPS Africa weren't going any better, with the Mediterranean in ECPS hands he could barely get troop transports halfway. Why did that old fool Mussolini have to build aircraft carriers, he was dead-set against them when he was in the Axis, thought Italy itself would serve as an ample carrier. Pff. Someone, a Brit probably, must have talked some sense into him.
Things were going so bad he was even having to fear Jews. He couldn't believe it. Those Italian bastards go back on their word and start setting up bloody Jewish commando units from those refugee camps in Sicily. But he had to admit, they fought like hell. But damn their presumption! There was no way the Reich was gonna be pushed around by some Jewish dogs wearing yellow stars on their uniforms....