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Log Entry #1

Date: September 17th 1945

*Static* *Whispers* My name is Tank Dempsey. Delta Echo Mike Papa Sierra Echo Yankee I don't know where I am. I'm being held against my will. I broke the restraints. Ahhhhh! My Head! Where the hell am I! *Muffled noises in a different room* Oh... That crazy S.O.B. is gonna pay... *Sets down radio* *Sound of door opening*

"Deeear Diary.

Today-"

"Get your hands off me you damn dirty Nazi.."

Uh-oh! Zis doesn't look good..."

"Yeah, that's right, You want some of this? I'm taking you home in bags, freak!"

*Inaudible sounds of a scuffle are heard*

"Nein! I don't think so, American!"

"Okay, ow!"

"I suppose this must be the replacement then. Time to get to work!"

"I can still hear you!"

"HIT HIM AGAIN WITH THE STICK!!!"

"O-

*static*

**RADIO END**

******(OOC: I'm skipping ahead because i have a good idea, I'll fill in the blank space, don't worry!)********

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