Mein Fuhrer, it is a great honor to be able to address you as our glorious forces near the English capitol.
I am pleased to report that whatever mental illness overtook the French has spread to the Slavs, Spaniards, and English. If the allies keep sending out their forces in foolish attempts to attack our glorious navy (as our magnificent armies close the net around their decadent capitol) then our boys in the heavens will keep sending their quaint model planes to the bottom of the sea.
While our situation is certainly looking excellent, I think that our Fuhrer should begin making arrangements for the occupation of Eire. It is our enemies, and not us, that are the colonial masters of the world's nations. However, we can not allow the den of thieves in Dublin to limit our strategic options in the Atlantic. Belgian and Dutch so-called neutrality was violated out of necessity rather than the greedy imperialism that the Soviet Devils accuse us of. So should it be with Eire's so called neutrality. We must deny the British the use of the Irish treaty ports and airfields. Additionally, Eire's airfields will allow our pilots even more range to assist our navy from the sky and its ports will allow our navy more freedom of action in the Atlantic.
It must be remembered that these backwards peoples in Eire are papists, loyal to the so-called spiritual authority in Rome. Should he ever decide to stab our Fuhrer in the back like his predecessor tried with Emperor Barbarossa, you can be certain that those filthy potato eaters would immediately launch attacks against our honorable soldiers. We can not give those vicious Celts any opportunity to cause us any heart ache or grief. They are the Poles of the Atlantic and must be taught civility by force, lest they get any ideas.
I eagerly await your orders, mein Fuhrer. Wherever you send me and our boys, we will make you proud. Your pilots control the heavens and soon all under the heavens will belong to you, mein Fuhrer.
