(MORALE LOG: 002)
Gentlemen,
I 'ave tried reasoning wis you as politely as possible- which is saying a lot, but now, it seems I am forced to deal wis zis ze way we would in France.
I do not sink zat my English is so poor zat you idiotes cannot understand me, but per'haps zat is ze reason why you all choose not to listen to me. So, 'opefully, you all know 'ow to read, because I am going to put zis in writing, and I am going to make myself very clear.
I 'ave located and retrieved what is left of my vino from ze Soldier's bunk, and returned it to it's proper 'ome.
IF ANY OF YOU DIRTY THEIVING BASTARDS TOUCH IT AGAIN, I WILL CUT YOU.
I WILL DRAG YOU OUTSIDE OF ZE FORT, WHERE ALL OF MY WEAPONS WORK PROPERLY
AND I WILL STAB YOU IN YOUR FUCKING 'EART
AND I WILL LEAVE YOU ZERE TO DIE
AND BE RAVAGED AND RIPPED APART BY FIL'ZY WILD ANIMALS.
I am not even close to kidding, and I am NOT going to say zis again.