Chapter 9: Alterations and Adjustments - October 1941 to December 1941
"The odour of Hitlerism has become part of the very atmosphere with the conception of a superior Aryan race backed up by pseudo-scientific theories and distortions of history."
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Chapter 8: Failure and Frustration - August and September, 1941
"If we hate a whole people then we are following the Nazi creed and punishing a future generation for the sins of this generation."
Chapter 7: Entertainment and Endeavour - March 1941 to July 1941
"At last the Americans have joined in but it needed the sinking of half their fleet in a place called Pearl Harbour to persuade them."
Chapter 6: Coldness and Comprehension - January 1941 to March 1941
"...Hitler wanted to destroy our morale with this bombing but he was way out because the shared dangers have pulled us closer together..."
Tabletop RPGs: The flavour of magic
No, not like caramel (although I can see a bard from the college of confectionary brewing...). When it comes to magic - whether in tabletop games or video games - I'm a huge fan. I love slinging spells and playing in a high-magic setting! The design and writing
Chapter 5: Disillusioned and Distressed - October 1940 to December 1940
"It is the end of a year in which I have known sorrow and sadness and my one great hope is that soon we shall be given peace."
Chapter 4: Sorrow and Survival - September 1940 to October 1940
"I have been shot at, bombed and watched men dragged off to an internment camp, others plunged to their deaths, and all my schooling is interrupted."
Chapter 3: Slaughter and Suffering - August 1940 to September 1940
"...I began to realise what this war is really like and to know that Hitler is the spirit of evil roaming the world and tonight he has lit the fires of Hell. We must destroy him utterly before he reduces the whole world to a flaming ruin."
Chapter 2: War Comes Home - January 1940 to July 1940
"I am terrified of getting buried alive so, if the bombs start getting too close, I shall nip up the steps to be blown to bits on the surface instead of suffocating in a hole in the ground."
Chapter 1: In the Beginning - September 1939 to December 1939
"...a great trickle of fear ran down my spine when I realised I might never speak to Albert ever again. This war is getting personal and I hope nobody noticed my tears falling on the piano keys."
Chapter 1: In the Beginning - Prelude
“Mr. Chamberlain has had no reply from Hitler and we are at war Dad.” He has put down his watering can to reply, “All right, go back and look after your Mother.” Then he turns and picks it up again, but he does not turn fast enough, because, for the first time, I have seen my Father crying.
The WWII Diary of Margaret Head
In her chapter beginning September 1940, she comments, 'Last year at this time I was a child. This year at 17 I feel a thousand years old. I have been shot at, bombed and watched men dragged off to an internment camp, others plunged to their deaths, and all my schooling is interrupted'.
A Life of Two Halves
The smartest person I know.
She was a mathematics and physics teacher. She was a mother. A wife. I never called her by her name. She was granny. That's it. That's who she was my whole life. From baby, to toddler, to teenager, to adult.
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Cargo Cult Thinking
Everything is like it is, for a lot of reasons. Sometimes it's working just fine. It just happens to be the best way that works well. No better way has been found yet. But the secret is looking for the best way to do it in the first place. Or asking the question...why is it like this?
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I was raised by rationalism
And that was it. That was the moment. Something in my brain just...locked in. I didn't have the language to communicate this at the time to anyone else, let alone even myself.
Tabletop
I want to talk about tabletop games...
This is the great big passion of mine. It used to be video games. Those have largely fallen by the wayside in lieu of much more creative outlets. That is to say...tabletop roleplaying games.
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I wanted a Blog.
It's my constant concern that I talk too much. Or that no one cares about what I have to say. But it's happened enough in that the recipients of my nonsense have told me that they like hearing what I have to say that I have no choice but to believe them. It's on me to make that choice, after all.