On the Run
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Achtung! A traitor is on the loose: Captain George von Rumey, Luftwaffe. Any information is to be handed over to Gestapo Headquarters, Düsseldorf or Hammelburg, on the order of General Frederick Hozellenan and Colonel Victoria Hozellenan of the Gestapo. Any withdrawn of information will result in dire consequences. Spread the word to the civilians in each city with a description of the man. Kill anyone who is either holding back his whereabouts or is hiding him.
I crumbled the message I found that the Gestapo sent to each city's headquarters and civilian posts as I walked away from the town. I knew that the word was going to pass through Germany quickly and I had no time to waste. Already, the damned Allied Underground had disguised me – I easily found an agent who was willing to help me – and they were sending me to the next station in Hammelburg, where I could be processed, yet again, and sent away from Germany.
I could pass for one of my own. However, it was not wise to do so. I had to keep walking on to that hated destination, towards Stalag 13, where I was to be kept for a while. I had to rendezvous in the woods beforehand, but no matter.
I walked through the lonely town of Hammelburg on an early spring night, searching for my destination in the woods outside of town. It was late – the early hours of the morning, for sure – and the civilians were sleeping, Gestapo patrols skipping their duties that night, it seemed. I seemed to be in luck, but, then again, I never considered myself to have any.
The meeting spot was only ahead of me and no one was still in sight, I noted, as I walked. I then crept into the woods, at the edge of town, slowly, dodging into the trees and walking on into the darkness. After all, I had to keep thinking and to watch myself. However, my story from a loyal German soldier to a runaway German man bothers me. It occupied my thoughts.
Oh, damn, so what? I was on the run once more. I was packing up one life and heading onto the next, like I had been doing for most of my life. For God's sake, I had a wife who loved and supported me in whatever I did and wherever I had gone. I have a teen-aged son in the Hitler Youth program, raised by my mother (and later, stepfather) still.
Now…now, I have my own mother – one of the most powerful women of the Third Reich, if not, the only – ordering everyone to look out for me. I have my own stepfather leading the search parties, if he wasn't destroying the Underground missions. God, they ordered their troops to kill my wife in order to find out where I was (she only had the time to hide me in our rooms behind my study's bookcase). They manipulated my son in order to turn him against me so now, he is out hunting me.
Dammit! All I have is the people who I considered to be the enemy at one point and the fiancé of my stepsister, wherever the hell she is. She can't help me anytime soon.
It disgusts me to no end. Hogan – Robert Hogan, who "rescued" my stepsister from an assignment that Mother had given to me and my brothers Kurt and Warner – is now going to help me get out of Germany because he works with the Underground and England, through an operation in a P.O.W. camp.
Oh, I hate the man. I hate my stepsister, Nikola, too. She caused my family so much grief, just as I had. But I have a reason, she did not! All she did was be born and be born to that Jewish Socialist, that fat bastard. We reminded her daily about it. We starved her, hit her and even tried to kill her.
It was to no avail. She's a spy now, last I heard from Mother, and getting herself into more trouble, just like always. Nothing has changed with her.
After all, Nikola's father had started my life of going back and forth from one stage of life to the next. My father, the Baron von Rumey, had left my mother widowed when I was nearly three years old (my younger brothers – twins – were infants). My mother was also twenty years old and too young and vulnerable. She fell in love too soon with the wrong person, that Russian Jew, Peter Michalovich. Years later they had married and had Nikola, but in America.
One night, Mother had us boys packing and soon enough, we were on a boat to America. We landed and settled in a home that my father had insured to my mother just in case something had happened to her. She foolishly had taken advantage of it and it caused her anguish. I know it.
I hated this Russian who had taken Mother. He made her a different person, especially after Nikola was born. She wanted nothing to do with my stepsister and let that Russian Jew take care of her with his Socialist friends.
Oh, those bastards…they cause Mother to drink more. She went to parties often at night while the nurse gave Nikola to that Russian Jew. But finally, after a short time and in seeing the truth about the Russian Jew, Mother finally divorced him and had us moved out of that dreaded house. Nikola came with us, of course, and we made her life miserable. She deserved it well, as she caused too much trouble.
Nikola caused us to move back to Germany, too. We had run out of money because of her and her stupid schooling dreams. We had run out of money because of her stupid father too, because he wanted money from the reopened case (the divorce, of course) in the courts. So, Mother wanted her eliminated before anything else happened and had her sons – us – do the job.
Oh, we tried. We caught her walking to the house from school, in the snow, and tried beating her to death in an alleyway, but that Hogan stopped us, him and his older brother. We may have failed, but it left her to her own devises. We were to go home to Germany and run once more.