DiColumbo stood up from his desk, eyes upon fire. For a brief second he clearly resembed an ancestor who never was. Forcing back his anger, he visably calmed.
"General, your lack of trust in the Italian military deeply distrubs me. We suffer one defeat, a mere pin-prick and you are filled with dread at the ensuing destruction of Italy. Defeat is a part of war, unfortunatly, but I will tell you this. Those who, in the end, conquer are those who have managed to handle defeat, to learn from it, and turn it to victory."
"What have we learned from this 'failure', you ask? That the British hold Malta with an iron fist. So be it, for the time being we have no hope to conqure the isle. Iron, however, does rust and, as the Germans become an even greater threat to the British they may very well be forced to leave their compound and turn to the North Sea."
"Untill then, we should attempt to make the British's stay as...uncomfortable as possible. We will keep them constantly on their toes with small raids, keep them bottled upon in their fortress unable to strike out from it. Meanwhile, we shall maintain manuverability."
"With the British held up, we can attack South into North Africa, gaining Egypt and Seuz which should be out constant goal. We should not rely only upon our forces alone. Let us turn to diplomacy to help us in our crusade. Let us attempt to prusuade the Turk and Spainards to join our cause. Spain shall be able to attack the British in Gibralter, cutting Mare Nostrum off from them, while Turkey can help strike against their interests in the Middle East."
"If we can gain control of Middle Eastern oil, and force the Seuz canal, we can striek at virtually any of our foes; Greece, Yugoslavia, and many more. We may even be able to create the African Emprie that is our dream!"