It's 6:30 on a cool fall morning, I Just woke up to get some tea, get ready for work. I go out on my balconey and look down apon all the carriages passing by, when I see some horrid black smoke rise from the factory across the river. "Dang factory gonna kill us all" I mutter. I had never been on the other side of the river, resricted access ever since I was a kid, But I also knew they were up to some shady stuff. Today was my lucky day if you would call it that, I get to go interview the owners. after I was done with my tea and got dressed, I went down to my garage, grabbed my horses, strapped them to my carriage and I was on my way to the other side of the river. I work for the london times, I get to do something new every couple of days, like last week I interviewed the people that claimed something about "flying cows and sheep trrorizing the country side."
Sorry I couldn't finish it I have to do something else right now.
Blackshirt, Italian Camicia Nera, plural Camicie Nere, member of any of the armed squads of Italian Fascists under Benito Mussolini, who wore black shirts as part of their uniform.
The only President during world war 2 was Franklin D Roosevelt, but after he died his vice pres took over. But that might be what they’re referring to- just put Franklin.
