CHAPTER THREE
(note: You have to imagine most of the conversation being spoken in German.)
Alfred's cover was that he was the founder of a citizen's for Germany, trying to make Hitler more palatable to the English. Using several actors and an abandoned building somewhere in Surrey, the MI5 made several pictures and film wheels of several meetings, as well as printed news articles they placed in the hands of their agents to distribute to certain Nazi officials. .
A week later, Alfred Carmichael got off the train and rode to his mother's house in Hamburg. Frau Albertina Carmichael was a tall blonde woman who would have made it in any European fashion magazine circa the nineteen forties, if it were not for the war. The official photographers had often approached her to pose for "The Picture of Typical German Womanhood" but she had so far refused. There were better girls in the city besides a woman who bore only one son and two daughters.
When she saw her only son, she ran out, hugging him, calling him her wenig Wurst and wanted to know about his life in England and why he did not come home where he belonged.
"My business requires me to live in London, Mutter," he said, "and I wish you'd come and live with me."
"My home is here, mein Sohn. I never felt comfortable in London. It's not like Hamburg with the towers, and the cobblestone roads and every morning you can hear the Church bells and see the storks build their nests on the towers." They entered the front door, walking into the hallway where he hung his coat on the hanger. Alfred saw the familiar cuckoo clock, the mantel, and the painting done in imitation of a famous seventeenth century German artist. The rooms looked cluttered, dark, and depressing. The only bright color was a garish picture of Hitler surrounded by several Hitler youths and maidens and the swastika, but since his sister, Elsa was married to a German soldier, Alfred expected this.
When his father died earlier that year, Frau Carmichael moved back to Hamburg with her older daughter, leaving Alfred, who worked in a bookstore, to care for his younger sister who like her brother did not want to leave London. Right now, Frieda worked as a store clerk in one of London's haberdasheries. She was engaged to a pilot in the RAF.
It was obvious that Alfred would be bitter, and he would have been more, except for that gorgeous creature that sat on the sofa, her long blonde hair in a long bob and her blue eyes sparkling in a healthy face with scarlet red lips. She was the type of girl his mother would bring over, healthy with wide hips and he knew why MI5 had chosen him for this assignment. They had questioned him about his mother, and her views. Frau Carmichael talked about babies, not just any babies, but good strong babies. She often said that a defective baby should die in its mother's arms rather than grow up a cripple and it looked as if she did not want that fate to happen to her son. She had seen her own mother waste away looking after her brother born after Frau Brant got an attack of rubella.
"Alfred," said her mother, "I want you to meet Helga Von Strom."
"Hallo Herr Carmichael."
"Hallo Fraulein Von Strom."
Fraulein Helga was a very pleasant young woman, although a little too athletic for Alfred's taste. He did try to steer the talk over towards that end of thing, mentioning that he was the pole vault champion of his school and did calisthenics one hour every day. His eyes could tell that she also kept in shape. She was a sprinter and also did a little weight lifting, as well as ran five kilometers every morning. "The Fuhrer says we have to be healthy to bear sons for the Fatherland."
"It is quite a noble concept," said Alfred, "but what about yourself? Are you engaged?"
She tossed her head. "I am free. I do get entertained a lot, although not what you imagine."
"Well we must do all we can for the Fuhrer." He spoke low to her. "At last someone who feels the way as I do. You know that I moved to England out of loyalty to mu Vater."
Helga moved closer. "I may be a little bold, but are you fond of children?"
"Well if they're healthy." He hoped he sounded sincere enough. To Alfred, it did not matter if the child was healthy or sick. He would love them anyway.
And so the 'courtship' began. He took her to the cabaret, they watched those propaganda movies, they attended the Rallies, and they ran together across country. He kept up the conversation towards healthy strong children, hoping that she would volunteer him as a donor for that baby nursery. Now all this took a couple of months and was not sudden. However, when she revealed to him about the Aryan plan, it took him by surprise. It was one morning when he voiced what would happen if the army of the Fuhrer was decimated. .
"You need not worry," she said.
"Why not? Another secret weapon."
"Yes," she said with pride, "I and other girls helped in this cause. You would not believe I am a mother!"
"You are? I thought you were a virgin."
She pointed to her hips. "With these? The father is an SS officer and we have a son."
"And is he with his father?"
"He's only six months old. The nurse is taking care of him with the others until he's ready."
Alfred gave the appropriate pensive look on his face. "With his father being an officer, he might get killed. I'd hate for the child to be an orphan. Helga, marry me and we can raise him ourselves." He got down on one knee.
She laughed. "You are being silly, but don't be disappointed. I want you to meet him, the baby, not Hans."
They drove into town, Alfred noting the Hitler Youth camp, seeing them parade on the grounds, hike, and practice weapons while singing very patriotic German songs, Nazi style, that is, the kind about fighting for the Fatherland, we are very happy and strong German youth, et cetera. Their soprano and changing voices were a sharp contrast to the words they sang which extolled violence as the only way to ensure purity of race.
Now Alfred had no desire to marry outside of his culture, and he knew that others had no desire to marry outside their culture and religion as well, but he figured if they were happy going to a temple and wearing a large turban on their heads, they should be happy to see him wearing a suit to work and changing to his work clothes when he got there.
"Here's the nursery," said Helga. "Wait a minute, I'll have to see if it's all right for you to go in." She spent a good five minutes talking to a young man with the typical idolized Aryan features while Alfred took out his hidden camera, taking pictures of the building and the surrounding area.
After they got the go ahead, she led him upstairs. The room where the Nazis tortured the middle-aged man had an antiseptic smell as if someone spent hours with bucket and mop cleaning all the blood and gore. It also had the odor of turpentine and linseed oil. They walked down the hall and entered the nursery where Helga asked the nurse to bring him her son.
Meanwhile Alfred thumbed through the notebook and journal, and having put in a fresh film, took more pictures.
"One of the workers took a journal home with him," said Helga coming in the room with a six month old boy. "He denied it and then later said he burned it because his cousin was a Jew. Naturally, we did not believe him so we executed him."
"He might have told the truth, maybe wanting to find more volunteers for such a glorious undertaking."
"I never thought about that. Perhaps we were being too hasty." She kissed her son, but showed no feeling of love, not even an attempt like when that psychopathic woman had towards her child, the one that was serving time for murdering her husband.
"How long has this been going on?"
"What?'
"I mean, I saw those youths outside and I certainly could not do what they did at their age."
"Come."
She led him towards another room, this one semi dark. As the door opened, Alfred could see a young woman in bed with a companion. There was a rustle as he put on his underpants and got up, stood straight and gave the Hitler salute.
"That's all right," said Helga. "You can continue with your present assignment."
"Yes, Fraulein Von Strom! Heil Hitler!eil"
"Heil Hitler!"
Helga continued, giving Alfred more details, and talking about the Hitler Youth and maidens, the first results of the breeding program. They weeded out the undesirables, keeping the most athletic and mentally fit. All of them had eyes ranging from light gray to blue All were tall, with white blonde to reddish blonde hair. All had the white to reddish complexion of what she imagined Siegfried had back in the fifth or sixth century or where he had grown up.
A week later, Alfred made an excuse that he had to go back to England. There were rumors of a traitor in his group, one that needed attending to.
He embraced Helga, promising to see her and to whispering to himself, "In hell."
After he made his report, commandos attacked the building, rescuing several children they placed in the care of a convent. One of the dead was a young woman with long blonde hair and scarlet lips.
(note: You have to imagine most of the conversation being spoken in German.)
Alfred's cover was that he was the founder of a citizen's for Germany, trying to make Hitler more palatable to the English. Using several actors and an abandoned building somewhere in Surrey, the MI5 made several pictures and film wheels of several meetings, as well as printed news articles they placed in the hands of their agents to distribute to certain Nazi officials. .
A week later, Alfred Carmichael got off the train and rode to his mother's house in Hamburg. Frau Albertina Carmichael was a tall blonde woman who would have made it in any European fashion magazine circa the nineteen forties, if it were not for the war. The official photographers had often approached her to pose for "The Picture of Typical German Womanhood" but she had so far refused. There were better girls in the city besides a woman who bore only one son and two daughters.
When she saw her only son, she ran out, hugging him, calling him her wenig Wurst and wanted to know about his life in England and why he did not come home where he belonged.
"My business requires me to live in London, Mutter," he said, "and I wish you'd come and live with me."
"My home is here, mein Sohn. I never felt comfortable in London. It's not like Hamburg with the towers, and the cobblestone roads and every morning you can hear the Church bells and see the storks build their nests on the towers." They entered the front door, walking into the hallway where he hung his coat on the hanger. Alfred saw the familiar cuckoo clock, the mantel, and the painting done in imitation of a famous seventeenth century German artist. The rooms looked cluttered, dark, and depressing. The only bright color was a garish picture of Hitler surrounded by several Hitler youths and maidens and the swastika, but since his sister, Elsa was married to a German soldier, Alfred expected this.
When his father died earlier that year, Frau Carmichael moved back to Hamburg with her older daughter, leaving Alfred, who worked in a bookstore, to care for his younger sister who like her brother did not want to leave London. Right now, Frieda worked as a store clerk in one of London's haberdasheries. She was engaged to a pilot in the RAF.
It was obvious that Alfred would be bitter, and he would have been more, except for that gorgeous creature that sat on the sofa, her long blonde hair in a long bob and her blue eyes sparkling in a healthy face with scarlet red lips. She was the type of girl his mother would bring over, healthy with wide hips and he knew why MI5 had chosen him for this assignment. They had questioned him about his mother, and her views. Frau Carmichael talked about babies, not just any babies, but good strong babies. She often said that a defective baby should die in its mother's arms rather than grow up a cripple and it looked as if she did not want that fate to happen to her son. She had seen her own mother waste away looking after her brother born after Frau Brant got an attack of rubella.
"Alfred," said her mother, "I want you to meet Helga Von Strom."
"Hallo Herr Carmichael."
"Hallo Fraulein Von Strom."
Fraulein Helga was a very pleasant young woman, although a little too athletic for Alfred's taste. He did try to steer the talk over towards that end of thing, mentioning that he was the pole vault champion of his school and did calisthenics one hour every day. His eyes could tell that she also kept in shape. She was a sprinter and also did a little weight lifting, as well as ran five kilometers every morning. "The Fuhrer says we have to be healthy to bear sons for the Fatherland."
"It is quite a noble concept," said Alfred, "but what about yourself? Are you engaged?"
She tossed her head. "I am free. I do get entertained a lot, although not what you imagine."
"Well we must do all we can for the Fuhrer." He spoke low to her. "At last someone who feels the way as I do. You know that I moved to England out of loyalty to mu Vater."
Helga moved closer. "I may be a little bold, but are you fond of children?"
"Well if they're healthy." He hoped he sounded sincere enough. To Alfred, it did not matter if the child was healthy or sick. He would love them anyway.
And so the 'courtship' began. He took her to the cabaret, they watched those propaganda movies, they attended the Rallies, and they ran together across country. He kept up the conversation towards healthy strong children, hoping that she would volunteer him as a donor for that baby nursery. Now all this took a couple of months and was not sudden. However, when she revealed to him about the Aryan plan, it took him by surprise. It was one morning when he voiced what would happen if the army of the Fuhrer was decimated. .
"You need not worry," she said.
"Why not? Another secret weapon."
"Yes," she said with pride, "I and other girls helped in this cause. You would not believe I am a mother!"
"You are? I thought you were a virgin."
She pointed to her hips. "With these? The father is an SS officer and we have a son."
"And is he with his father?"
"He's only six months old. The nurse is taking care of him with the others until he's ready."
Alfred gave the appropriate pensive look on his face. "With his father being an officer, he might get killed. I'd hate for the child to be an orphan. Helga, marry me and we can raise him ourselves." He got down on one knee.
She laughed. "You are being silly, but don't be disappointed. I want you to meet him, the baby, not Hans."
They drove into town, Alfred noting the Hitler Youth camp, seeing them parade on the grounds, hike, and practice weapons while singing very patriotic German songs, Nazi style, that is, the kind about fighting for the Fatherland, we are very happy and strong German youth, et cetera. Their soprano and changing voices were a sharp contrast to the words they sang which extolled violence as the only way to ensure purity of race.
Now Alfred had no desire to marry outside of his culture, and he knew that others had no desire to marry outside their culture and religion as well, but he figured if they were happy going to a temple and wearing a large turban on their heads, they should be happy to see him wearing a suit to work and changing to his work clothes when he got there.
"Here's the nursery," said Helga. "Wait a minute, I'll have to see if it's all right for you to go in." She spent a good five minutes talking to a young man with the typical idolized Aryan features while Alfred took out his hidden camera, taking pictures of the building and the surrounding area.
After they got the go ahead, she led him upstairs. The room where the Nazis tortured the middle-aged man had an antiseptic smell as if someone spent hours with bucket and mop cleaning all the blood and gore. It also had the odor of turpentine and linseed oil. They walked down the hall and entered the nursery where Helga asked the nurse to bring him her son.
Meanwhile Alfred thumbed through the notebook and journal, and having put in a fresh film, took more pictures.
"One of the workers took a journal home with him," said Helga coming in the room with a six month old boy. "He denied it and then later said he burned it because his cousin was a Jew. Naturally, we did not believe him so we executed him."
"He might have told the truth, maybe wanting to find more volunteers for such a glorious undertaking."
"I never thought about that. Perhaps we were being too hasty." She kissed her son, but showed no feeling of love, not even an attempt like when that psychopathic woman had towards her child, the one that was serving time for murdering her husband.
"How long has this been going on?"
"What?'
"I mean, I saw those youths outside and I certainly could not do what they did at their age."
"Come."
She led him towards another room, this one semi dark. As the door opened, Alfred could see a young woman in bed with a companion. There was a rustle as he put on his underpants and got up, stood straight and gave the Hitler salute.
"That's all right," said Helga. "You can continue with your present assignment."
"Yes, Fraulein Von Strom! Heil Hitler!eil"
"Heil Hitler!"
Helga continued, giving Alfred more details, and talking about the Hitler Youth and maidens, the first results of the breeding program. They weeded out the undesirables, keeping the most athletic and mentally fit. All of them had eyes ranging from light gray to blue All were tall, with white blonde to reddish blonde hair. All had the white to reddish complexion of what she imagined Siegfried had back in the fifth or sixth century or where he had grown up.
A week later, Alfred made an excuse that he had to go back to England. There were rumors of a traitor in his group, one that needed attending to.
He embraced Helga, promising to see her and to whispering to himself, "In hell."
After he made his report, commandos attacked the building, rescuing several children they placed in the care of a convent. One of the dead was a young woman with long blonde hair and scarlet lips.