Chapter 77:
January 16, 1940
Budapest, the capital of Hungary After my meeting with Horthy, I wrote down its contents and my opinion, sent it to my home country by telegram, and was walking through the urban area of Budapest while waiting for a reply.
Nem, nem, soha!
Graffiti written in their language, vowing not to forget the grudge as a victim of the last great war and not to repeat it, could be commonly seen on any building wall.
The thought that they were only dragged into the last great war because they were part of the Austria-Hungary Dual Monarchy, yet Hungary suffered all the damage, fills every Hungarian.
As a defeated nation of the last great war, they lost two-thirds of their entire territory, and even as it was torn apart under the pretext of the principle of national self-determination, they had to hand over Transylvania, a region densely populated by Hungarians, to Romania.
This was the harshest treatment among all the defeated nations, so the aspiration to reclaim their former territory, the livelihood base of their compatriots, was surely not the thought of a single dictator named Miklós Horthy.
As a nation in the most emotionally similar situation to Germany during the interwar period, suffering from an immense victim mentality and sense of loss, is there any need to mention that the military that was as active as Germany in the World War II of the original history was none other than the Hungarian Military?
"Ah, welcome. Thank you for accepting my invitation."