Chapter XVII
In which the Northern Campaign is finally over.
August 6th, 1939. Berlin, home of Martin Lederer. The young man was still thinking about the war in Sweden while packing for a week long vacation in Munich. Only the stubbornness of the Swedish cabinet was in the way of finally stabilizing the situation in the North, even Gustaf V, King of Sweden was convinced that the war was lost, and any further resistance is futile. That very day, Stockholm, capital of the kingdom surrendered to the siege of Major General Rommel and Major General von Manstein. The King himself remained in Drottningholm Palace, a few kilometers west of Stockholm, guarded by German troops.
By then, it became obvious, that even though the King was convinced to end the war, the cabinet was not. This didn't exactly prove Martin's earlier assumption of the Swedish wrong, far from it. The Swedish Armed Forces were officially under the Minister of Defence, an appointed member of the Cabinet, but the soldiers themselves, similarly to the other two Scandinavian Kingdoms, swore to the King, which put them into a rather complex situation. Their Superem Commander ordered them to fight on, while their King already surrendered. But the constitution didn't permit the King to dissolve the Government, nor had he the power to surrender in the name of his country. The only solution to this problem was to capture the cabinet, and force them to resign, allowing Gustaf V to form a new Government.
Left (from left to right): Gustav Adolf, heir apparent of the Swedish throne; Hermann Göring, ace of the Great War and former Air Marshall of the German Luftwaffe; Gustaf V, King of Sweden. Top right: the cabinet of Sweden during their war with the German Reich. Bottom right: Drottningholm Palace, residence of the King of Sweden.
But capturing the Sweidsh capital was not enough. The cabinet fled to Falun, a relatively insignificant mining town a few days to the north-west of Stockholm, with Von Manstein and his Panzer-Division on their track. "It shouldn't last much longer now. They really don't have anywhere to run anymore, so they will probably surrender within a week. But I won't be around to worry about that! I really deserve this vacation I managed to arrange for myself! Of course, it would be even better, if I could go to somewhere more interesting, but Munich will do." - Martin loved his job, but it could become very tedious at times, and some refershment was necessary every now and then.
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August 8th, 1939. Munich. Martin, who was on vacation for the week, visited his old friend and stayed for supper. Anna was unfortunatelly at work that evening, but they planned to visit her at the café later on. Martin went to the shop just before closing, and they walked home together, talking about different things like sports, culture and women.
- You know, I think the problem is that I'm too handsome. - Martin was explaining why he doesn't have any luck with the ladies while they were climbing the stairs to Hans' home.
- Yeah,
right... - Hans was not convinced.
- But seriously! Every time I meet a nice girl somewhere and I ask them out, they can't believe they had such luck and find some stupid excuse to turn me down! I mean, what else could it be? I'm young, single, good looking, I have a well-paying government job, a payed appartment, I live in the capital of Europe and I can talk about anything, anytime!
- Well, maybe
that is the problem? You talk
too much...
- Really? - Martin was surprised. He never thought of that before. - Nah, you most be joking, right? I'm the perfect audience! I can listen to people telling me their stories, troubles, feelings, worries, interests or whatever they might want to tell me for hours, if I want to!
- You can listen to yourself for hours, that's for sure. - They reached the door. Hans opened it while taking his mail out of the mailbox, then they entered the appartment.
- I have my way with words, I guess. Must be because of my occupation. You know, I'm a kind of a modern bard, a poet, a minstrel, a troubadour. A
Minnesänger! That's it! Maybe I should write songs or learn to play some instruments... But I would need too find the fitting lady first! I can't waste my talent on some random nobody!... What? What is it? Hans?
Hans was sitting at the table, with a letter in his hands. It was from the Ministry of War.
- It says - his voice was like he has just seen a ghost - I have to report to the recruitment center closest to where I live... I'm drafted...
- What?! Give me that! - Martin took the letter and started reading it. There was no mistake, Hans fell into the age group to be conscripted, he was a healthy adult, and the letter said he is needed by the Fatherland. - But we are winning the war! Why would they need to start conscription?! Where's your phone?!
- Living room... - Hans' voice was still lifeless. He has plans with his life! He can't go to war now!
- Thanks. - he went right for the phone and called his superior at home. It was past his working hours, but Martin was the best in his whole department. He knew who to call this time. He won't let another one of his friends being taken away. - Herr Weber? It's Martin Lederer... Why, thank you Sir, it was very nice until a moment ago... Oh, I tell you what happened. My best friend just got a letter from the Ministry of War, telling him to report at the next conscription office!... Yes, it is a problem... Why? We were doing pretty well in the war, why would the Army need more recruits?... Are you serious, Sir? Kiel sounds like a very bad target for an invasion...
Spanish-led amphibious invasion near Kiel in early August, 1939.
- Anyway, I think letting my friend being drafted would be a waste. You see, he is quite unstable emotionally. Not the best material for being a soldier... No, Sir, I don't think he would. You see, he doesn't have any formal education, so he would go right to the front, if they can get their hands on him... No, he is a very bright young lad, manager of a very successful shop at the moment... Yes, Sir. Anyway, I firmly believe, that I could use him at the office... Well, for one thing, he is a very good example of the average German citizen. I could consult him about propaganda posters, slogens, inspirational songs and speaches, things like that... No, he has no experience with this, and that would make him the perfect subject for testing the effects of our work! His mind is not clouded by theoretical knowledge about psychology, so his reactions would be completely genuine! He is rather naive as well... And there's another reason, too. You see, his mother is a very old, sick women. - Martin knew the way to the heart of his boss. Herr Weber had deep feelings about her own mother, which he never tried to hide from others. - She couldn't bear it if her son were to be taken to the front... Thank you, Sir, you won't regret it! If you don't mind, I will return from my vacation a bit earlier. Say, tomorrow?... Yes, Sir, I will!... Thank you, Sir!... Good evening, Sir!
Martin returned to the dinning room, where Hans still couldn't decide if he should be fainting or simply die on the spot.
- Pack your most important stuff as quickly as you can. You are coming with me to Berlin.
- Wha'?... You want me to evade conscription?
- Well, you could say that, yes.
- But that would be even
worse! That's like deserting! They could shoot me for that!
- You won't be deserting. You will become an employee of a Reichsministry, and thus no longer suspect of being conscripted.
-
Me? An employee of a
Reichsministry? But
how? - Hans was still shocked, but he was comming together.
- You can take three guesses...
- And what will I
do? I don't
anything about education or enlightment (whatever
that is)...
- You will be fine, don't worry. I'll tell you everything on the way!
- What about
Anna?
- Hmm. A good question. Do you love her?
- Of course I
do! I love her
more than
anything!
- Does she love you too?
- Well... Yes, I
believe she does...
- Then the problem is solved. We will take her as well. Let's go get her right now! We will need to get to Berlin by tomorrow morning!
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August 14th, 1939. Asögatan 108, Stockholm. Temporary Headquarters of Major General Erwin Rommel. Rommel was organizing some paperwork and field reports. He didn't like doing this job one bit. He always felt that he could do so much more on the field than sitting in an office, pushing papers. And it turned from bad to worse the day before, when the Swedish Supreme Commander finally decided that the word of the King takes precedence over the machinations of the cabinet, and ordered the entire Swedish Armed Forces to put down their weapons. Now it was Rommel's job to organize peace in the capital. It was yet undicided what will be the fate of the once independent nation of Sweden, but the most likely outcome was that it would become a part of the German Reich as the Sovereign Province of Sweden, with its King still as the symbol of power, and a German governor (the Reichskomissar) would be responsible for guarding peace and order. There was a lot of paperwork to be done. Still, if that's his task, he will do it to the best of his abilities.
Someone was knocking on the door. "That must be Captain von Walsrode!" He recieved an application for a transfer from Wilhelm earlier that day, and asked him to his office.
- Wilhelm, my boy! Sit down!
- Sir.
- So, you want to be transfered back to Germany. May I ask you why? Don't you like working for me?
- No, Sir, that's not the case at all. But I would prefer to get back to the front, Sir.
- And that's why you asked for a transfer back to boot camp?
- Sir, I would like to recieve training for armoured warfare, and serve in a Panzer.
- I see. Look, if you want more experience so you can advance in your career, you don't really need that. You've been a staff officer in the last three campaigns, and you are a veteran of the Spanish Civil War. You have enough field experience. Heck, you have more field experience than most of the Generals I know!
- No, Sir. I think I'm still young enough to work on the field. To be honest, I don't feel confortable being a staff officer. With all due respect, Sir, I believe I could serve my Fatherland better on the frontline.
- How nice of you to think that you can decide better how you should serve than your superiors. What an admireable quality...
- If you have objections, you have the authority to deny my request, Sir. But I still stand by my decision.
- You know what? Maybe you
would serve the Reich better on the frontline. To be honest, your behaviour is not always fit for an officer of the Wehrmacht - Rommel was refering to the incident in a certain bar in Norrköping. - I believe some discpiline would do you good! I will aprove of your request. But once you are done with the tank-training, you will be back in my Division. I want you where I can see you so you don't cause too much trouble!
- Thank you, Sir! You won't regret it, Sir! - Wilhelm saluted and left immediately to pack his belongings. He wanted to get back to Germany with the first transport possible.
"No, I won't, I'm sure about that. Let's hope you won't regret it either."
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August 20th, 1939. Berlin, the appartment rented by Hans and Anna. The events two weeks earlier only strenghtened their relationship. Anna accepted the offer to go with Hans without hesitation, quiting her job immediately. They were on a train within the hour. Then they spent the first few days at Martin's, but could manage to find an affordable rent very quickly. Anna started to work at a post office and Hans was employed by the Ministry of Education and Enlightment the next day. On that day, Hans proposed to Anna, which she gladly accepted. They planned their marriage for some time in the spring of 1940. They even had plans for their honeymoon: Anna always wanted to see Florence, and Hans wasn't against the idea either. Spring can be very nice in Italy. He actually wanted to travel to someplace more exotic than this on such an important and unique occasion, but with this whole war business, they were lucky to even be able to travel anywhere.
Anna was cooking dinner. She was a brilliant cook, Hans loved her for it that much more. So much so, that he started to wonder about opening a restaurant, when the war is over. Working as a waitress or in a post office wasn't really suitable for her. Not that she was bad at these jobs, no, not at all. She was great at everything, with her openness and her beautiful smile. But she deserved better than that!
- Did you read the newspaper this morning? - Hans was interrupted in his daydreaming.
- Sorry? Oh, no, I didn't. Did anything
important happen?
- See for yourself! - Anna was so brilliant in her cooking skills that she had time to look through the newspaper as well as cleaning up in the small appartment while the soup was on and the meal was in the oven. Hans was truely amazed. Then he took up the newspaper and started reading.
For whatever reason, he started reading it in the middle. Maybe he saw it in the movies, or learnt it from his father, when he was a boy, but he always thought that you should start reading the newspaper by opening it in the middle, and get into it right away. Thus, he missed the cover story at first. There were some minor reports about the economical growth, new premiers at the theatre and the cinemas, a new record of Marlene Dietrich and an article about promotions in the Wehrmacht. There were also battle reports about the still going "invasion" of Kiel. It was truly amazing how stubborn those British, Spanish and now New Zealander soldiers are, to try and land on German soil over and over and over again, without even the slightest chance of success. Stupid, but amazingly brave at the same time.
Then he was ready to put the paper down and prepare for dinner, when he noticed the front cover. There was a huge picture of the Prime Minister and the Governor General of Canada and George VI, King of the United Kingdom and the Dominions of the British Empire and Emperor of India. The occasion was that Canada joined the war on the side of the so-called Western Allies. That in itself would be of negligable importance (other Dominions were already involved in the war), but the former incidents between the United States of America and Canada were still hurting their mutual relations, and now with the official joining of the later into the aforementioned faction, now the consequences were starting to be felt in the United Kingdom and France as well.
Top left: George VI, King of the British Empire is officially informed that Canada joins the war with the German Reich. Bottom left (from right to left): the British King's visit in Canada with his consort, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon and the Prime Minister of Canada, Mackenzie King. Left: William Lyon Mackenzie King, Prime Minister of Canada.
Many consider the role of the United States vital in the Great War, and their potential involvement in the current war couldn't be underestimated either. The only question was which side they would take, if they do get involved. Events like the gathering support of the German-American Bund and the friction between the USA and Canada are signs that the Sleeping Giant is not too eager to join the "Allied Cause", despite the recent diplomatic consequences of all German shipping stopping to and from the American continent. And even that was ultimately caused by the United Kingdom's policy of destroying any German ships, regardless of them being warships or simple merchants... Some defenders of freedom they are! The hypocrats!....
But Hans couldn't remain angry about this issue after having such a wonderful dinner with his soon to be bride at his side. He was the luckiest man alive, that much is for certain.
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Diplomatic and political crisis in Oslo
The dangerous situation was resolved peacefully just in time with the assistance of German Minister of Foreign Affairs, Joachim von Ribbentrop. The neutrality of Norway was about to be compromised, but disaster was avoided.
But how could that have happened? Who would want to attack a peaceful, non-belligerent nation such as Norway? The imperialistic British Empire, of course, who else? As to why, the reason is obviously to threaten the Northern flank of our Great Reich. They are starting to become desperate: their invasion attempt at Kiel quickly turned into a bloodbath.
On August 31, German Military Intelligence intercepted a message sent to the British Battlecruiser, the HMS Renown, directly from the Admirality, and yesterday they managed to break the code. It contained details about a certain "Operation Wilfred", the laying of naval mines along the coast of Norway, where a significant part of the Norwegian merchant marine operates, and which provides the living for all the Norwegian fishermen. Such an act would have been a direct violation of Norway's neutrality, but meddling into other people's affairs is nothing new for the British. It is very easy to calculate the obvious next step: an outright invasion of Norway!
After the code was broken, Military Intelligence contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs immediately to let them know about the danger threatening our Northern neighbour. The Ministry sent a quick communique to Oslo, informing them that Joachim von Ribbentrop is to be expected for an emergency visit that very day. Von Ribbentrop took off in an airplane, and arrived at the German Embassy in Oslo later that evening. He had a quick conversation on the telephone with Johan Nygaardsvold, Prime Minister of Norway, explaining the situation to him, but he was not successful: Nygaardsvold didn't want to believe that the decadent Western imperialists would betray him like that.
But von Ribbentrop is not someone who gives up easily. No! After consulting the German ambassador, Cecil von Renthe-Fink (who was appointed to the Scandinavian country after his previous assignment in Denmark became obsolete), they decided that the crisis must be solved immediately with whatever tools necessary, for the sake of the Reich and the free people of Norway. Enough blood was shed already in Scandinavia, no need to open another front!
Von Renthe-Fink suggested to von Ribbentrop to contact a certain Vidkun Quisling. This man, an Army Officer, served as Minister of Defence between 1931 and 1933 and is the founder of the Nasjonal Samling, or National Gathering, which is more or less the Norwegian equivalent of our National Socialist Germans Workers' Party. It couldn't achieve the magnificant success of our Führer, but it was a start. And similar to how our Führer, Adolf Hitler was called by his poeple in its time of need, Vidkun Quisling was called in the time of need of his own people, when they were on the doorstep of a insidious, traitorous attack from the British Empire!
Left: Joachim von Ribbentrop, Foreign Minister of the German Reich; right: Vidkun Quisling, President of the Republic of Norway.
Von Ribbentrop called Quisling immediately to arrange a meeting with him at the Embassy. After some further consideration, the three men came to the conclusion that Haakon VII, King of Norway himself must be confronted, and convinced that Nygaardsvold is no longer fit to lead the nation. But he was not available. As later turned out, he was on his way to London! According to the Military Intelligence, he recieved a warm welcome, and he was obviously part of the conspiracy all along!
With an unfit Prime Minister and the King unavailable, there was no other diplomatic solution, and came the time for action. Quisling explained his plan to von Ribbentrop, and the Foriegn Minister assured him of German support. Kristian Laake, Commanding General of the Norwegian Armed Forces was quickly contacted, and he assured the two that he would support Quisling, if that helps avoiding involvement in the War. With that, it became clear that there was no possible opposition for Quisling in forming his new government to prevent the catastrophy before it was too late. Quisling and von Ribbentrop went right to the headquarters of the Norwegian Broadcasting Corporation and Quisling read an announcement explaining that the King, conspiring to bring the country under British rule has fled to London, his government is dissolved and a new, National government is formed lead by him. He also announced that from that moment, Norway is no longer a Kingdom but a Republic, and once the situation allows, General Elections will be called. Furthermore, he assured the people of Norway that he will not allow the country to be brought into the war by foreign powers nor by conspiring traitors from within.
Upper left: German generals in front of the Oslo Theatre; upper middle: German troops parading in Oslo, before the parliament building; upper right: Haakon VII, the last King of Norway; bottom: German soldiers arrive by naval transports in the port of Oslo.
And thus, the conflict was averted. German forces crossed the border from former Sweden into Norwegian territory to help defend against the potential invasion, which convinced the British of their foolish mistake, and according to Military Intelligence, Operation Wilfred was called off. Norway is officially under the protection of the German Reich, and with the element of surprise lost, attacking our Nordic neighbour has no advantages for our enemies. Norway is saved, thanks to Joachim von Ribbentrop!
Martin Lederer
The new cabinet and the political situation in Oslo, after the crisis.
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