Nützliche Idioten - A German 1936 AAR

unmerged(55529) · Dec 8, 2012

I would like to introduce my first AAR using TFH.

It begins in 1935, 1936 game time. The first few posts will be setting up the scenario, so don't expect to see much happening in the game itself at first. You can expect a fairly ahistorical progression.

Difficulty level: Normal
HOI3: Their Finest Hour

unmerged(55529) · Dec 8, 2012

Christie Nichols hated her job.

She had done well in college, graduating with a solid 3.6 and no debt, thanks to a generous scholarship via the US Army. Christy had hoped…dreamed…of becoming a top notch intelligence analyst upon commissioning.

It was a bit of a shock then when she realized that her 540 credit rating had gotten her appointed as 92A in the Quartermaster Corps. She was told that she was lucky, a bit lower and they wouldn’t have even granted her a secret clearance. Christie certainly didn’t want to spend the next four years of her life as a specialist and sergeant, so she graciously nodded and accepted her commission.

From Northfield in Vermont, she went to the Army Logistics University in Fort Lee, Virginia. She spent the next eight weeks learning both the intricacies of the logistics aspect of the Army, and how vital it is in any war, the longer the war is, the more crucial the supply chain becomes. Christie also honed her leadership instincts, the one aspect she took any solace in. Sustainer of Armies indeed, but logistics for her was deathly boring.

Boring or not, for the next three years, forty-eight weeks, three days, eleven hours, twenty-two minutes, and four seconds…it was the life to which she had committed herself, so she focused on doing the work necessary to graduate. Nothing spectacular, but certainly respectable, she graduated in the top third of her class.

She was happy that she was going to be seeing the world. She asked for Europe and was pleased to hear that she would be posted to Heidelberg, Germany. Campbell Barracks, the headquarters of the US Army in Europe. The huge bonus was that she had aced her foreign language requirement with German in her freshman and sophomore years and was fairly proficient in the language. With about a week of leave available to her, she decided to splurge a bit and bought a premium economy ticket to the exotic city of Frankfurt.

And left after six hours for the much more interesting city of Heidelberg.

Christie had several days before having to report in, so she took the time to explore the nooks and crannies of a beautiful city that felt like a small town. Since she had just graduated a few months ago, she wandered onto Heidelberg University. Most of the campuses were as beautiful as the rest of the city, though she was a bit disappointed at the utilitarian modernism of the Kirchhoff-Institut für Physik. She enjoyed science for the most part, but never was inclined to make it a major.

Kirchhoff_Intitute_for_Physics_University_of_Heidelberg.jpg

Christie shrugged and decided to take a look around just the same. She passed through the airy lobby and wandered through the hall. It was Saturday in late August, so she wasn’t surprised to find that the buildings were more or less deserted. Christie was a bit surprised though to see a lemon rolling towards her.
Weird… She picked it up, and continued to wander, stopping at a bulletin board to see if anything especially interesting might have been planned in town.

The she heard the voices.

“But we’ve already used vegetable matter Michael. No flaws at all!”

“Come now, two meters and two minutes later is impressive, yes Uwe. But we don’t know if it works in reverse.”

This was interesting!

Christie walked silently up to the door and peered inside. She grinned when she realized that Uwe was the older man. Ah, the conservatism of youth!

“So we will take this lemon and send it…six meters away, in the hall, two minutes earlier.”

“And if it works, Michael, what then?”

“And then Uwe, we shall use a mouse!”

“And then?”

Michael looked at the older man gleefully. He clapped a heavy hand on Uwe’s left shoulder.

“And then, my good brother, we shall write a paper! Perhaps even to publish it!”

Fighting to keep her composure, the lieutenant watched them place a large lemon into a large cylinder that looked similar to a darkroom door. The lemon looked awfully familiar.

“Time, minus 120 seconds, displacement six meters at 190 degrees. Are we ready?”

“Now!” The cylinder glowed a bright, blinding, bluish-white and hummed at such an odd frequency that goosebumps sprung instantly on her skin.

“It worked!”

“What!?!”

Uwe and Michael turned around to see a young woman in jeans and a thin pink sweater tossing a lemon in one hand.

“Did I just see what I thought I saw and heard? Moving organic matter through space and time.”

“I think you may have, Miss…?

“Nichols. Christie Nichols, just arrived a few days ago. I’m here for three years with the US Army.”

“Ah, Army, yes. You aren’t a scientist then?”

“No, it’s something that interests me, but I majored in Strategic Studies. As to why I’m here here, I was walking through the hall a few minutes earlier and found this lemon rolling towards me.”

Uwe and Michael looked at each other. “It works,” they said simply.

Uwe then invited Christie to take a closer look. “The cylinder is simply a series of miniature particle accelerators. The magnetic field, fields rather, produce a time and space distortion effect. You just enter in the coordinates and off you go.”

“Can I try it? I wouldn’t mind looking around Heidelberg for a few more days before I report for duty.”

Uwe looked at her closely. “You realize - I am certain, of the possible problems that returning to the past just a few days could cause? Meeting yourself, for example?”

“But Uwe, I didn’t meet myself.”

“Not in this, timeline, no.”

Michael sighed at his younger brother. So careful. So timid he is! “For goodness sakes Uwe, the girl is no fool. If she’s willing to take the risk, why discourage her!?” He turned to Christie. “You do understand the risks, don’t you?”

Christie hesitated a bit and both Michael and Uwe were thinking that she actually didn’t understand. “Of course. Just send me back…oh…75, no 77 hours back in the past. I’d like to start my day off a bit early.”

“You’re sure, Miss Nichols?”

“Yes, I’ll be sure to drop by to let you know how well it worked.”

Christie stepped into the cylinder and Uwe entered in the figures 77 – 6 – 190. There had been no visitors in the past week, so he felt confident of using the same positional displacement.

What he didn’t notice was that the unit indicator next to “77” read “Jahre” not “Stunden.“ He activated the machine.

Christie felt the strange sensation of tidal forces pulling on her body from all sides. Her ears popped from the suddenly low air pressure. The bright light forced her to squeeze her eyes tightly shut and she didn’t open them again until the redness faded.

When she opened them again, she found herself not in the Institut , but in a green vacant lot. She shook her head. It certainly seemed to be about the same time of day, but it looked like they really overshot the displacement. Christie headed south towards the river.

Within a minute, she realized that something was very wrong. The majority of the men were wearing suits and ties and fedora hats. Women wore much more formal clothing as well…and the Opels, Fords, and BMW’s she had been seeing appeared to have been replaced by their 1930’s counterparts.

“Oh crap,” she said aloud to herself. More and more people were casting second and third glances at the oddly-dressed stranger who was looking around furtively. Christie smiled pleasantly and continued along Im Neuenheimer Feld to Jahnstrasse.

Just a few short minutes later, this disorientation was replaced with sheer horror. German flags were prominently displayed and they were not the black, red, and gold she was used to, but the red flag and hooked cross of the Third Reich. A wave of nausea swept over her and she staggered a bit. This temporary loss of composure was noticed by a passing gentleman who offered her his assistance.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you. I was just a little disoriented there for a moment.”

“Indeed, I noticed. You are American?” The man appeared to be in his early thirties, plainly dressed in a dark grey suit with a brown fedora.

“Yes sir, from around Buffalo in New York.”

“Very good. You speak German quite well for an American. I am Lieutenant Becker of the Geheime Staatspolizei. May I see your papers please?

Christie’s fingers trembled slightly as she withdrew her passport that had been issued in 2009.

Becker took the blue passport suspiciously. American passports are dull red, he thought, but perhaps this is a new edition? An interesting material…

It was the second page that nearly caused Becker to pull his sidearm. It seemed to be coated with plastic, had the woman’s picture in crystal sharp colors:

SURNAME: Nichols
GIVEN NAMES: Christina Anne
NATIONALITY: United States of America
DATE OF BIRTH: 08 Feb 1990
PLACE OF BIRTH: New York, USA
DATE OF ISSUE: 17 May 2009
DATE OF EXPIRATION: 16 May 2019

My God! “Your papers are not in order, Fraulein. Have you any other identification?” She handed him her driver’s license and military ID.

He shook his head is disbelief. This young woman apparently would not be born for another fifty-five years. He had studied the forging of documents for several years though, and the documents presented bore nothing resembling any printing technology he had ever seen or heard of. Becker compared the passport, the military ID, and driver’s license.

All matched. The pictures were different, but the faces were the same as the girl before her. Sixty-five inches, yes…125 pounds…good. Brown hair cut short.

He turned back to the passport. She had entered Germany in Frankfurt on August 22nd. In 2012.

“Lieutenant Nichols, I’m afraid I must ask you to accompany me. Are you aware of the date?”

“Just…August?”

“It is August 23rd, 1935.” He gave her a wry smile. “Hail Hitler.”

Avindian · Dec 8, 2012

Certainly an... interesting idea.

I'll subscribe just to see what it is you're planning.

unmerged(55529) · Dec 10, 2012

I’m in Nazi freakin’ Germany!
I’m in Nazi freakin’ Germany!!
I’m in Nazi freakin’ Germany!!!

She was not put in handcuffs. “I am not arresting you, Miss Nichols. I believe your credentials. But there are things that we shall have to clear up, you understand?”

“Uh, yes. Of course.”

Christie and Becker walked a short distance to the Gestapo headquarters. It was just as dreary as she would have expected, but Becker did not seem at all threatening. He escorted her to a small room with a table and two chairs and invited her to have a seat. He remained standing, arms crossed

“Miss Nichols you are here in Germany seventy-seven years before your passport indicates you arrived. Now what am I to make of this?”

“Mr. Becker, I assure you that I’m as shocked as you are. I was participating in a experiment involving time travel and matter displacement in 2012. My intention was that the scientists heading the experiment would send me three days into the past. Perhaps there was a technical glitch. Perhaps they entered the wrong figures, whether intentionally or by accident. That was, according to my watch, approximately eighteen minutes ago.”

“What was your purpose for coming to Germany in 2012?”

“I’m a quartermaster, a logistics officer for the United States Army. We operate several bases in Germany, Italy, and Kosovo.”

“America is our ally then?”

“America is Germany’s ally. And we are happy to call Italy an ally as well.”

Becker was pleased at this, yet something about the girl’s emphasis on ‘Germany’…

“And what of the Third Reich, Fraulein? Is America an ally of that Germany?”

“Mr. Becker, it is not without some pleasure that I tell you that the Third Reich has been destroyed, utterly destroyed, at the hands of soldiers from America, Britain, France, the Soviet Union, Canada, Norway, Holland, Belgium and many others. It was defeated and replaced with a Germany that is ten times stronger and infinitely nobler.”

Becker had shot people in the back of the head for less and his hand flew almost to the well-maintained Walther PP at his hip. He stopped himself just short.

Christie’s eyes widened at the motion, and then narrowed. What the hell, she thought. I’ll probably be dead and buried by the end of the year no matter what I say, so I might as well have some fun and be honest with this Nazi bastard.

Becker composed himself and smiled at his guest. “You are…telling the truth. I can see that. The Führer?”

“Shot himself in the mouth as the Russians entered Berlin. Cremated. In fact Speer was the only Nazi of any significance to live a reasonably full life.”

“But Germany itself lives on?”

Christie smiled sympathetically. “Oh yes. It comes back and thrives. But it suffers greatly because of decisions made in this era.”

Becker breathed deeply. As before, he could feel the truth in her words, in her conviction. This was beyond his level, probably beyond Heydrich’s. Still, he would be expected to go by the chain of command.

“I see. Well, I thank you for telling me this. Yet, I am afraid you have put me in an awkward position, Christina. Under such circumstances, I should report your presence to my superior officer. I’m not sure what you know of the Gestapo, but it is currently under one Reinhard Heydrich. He is not what you would call a kindly man, but I think he shall find you quite fascinating.”

Becker left to report, and Christie was left alone with her thoughts. He had not taken her purse, and Christine did a quick inventory of the contents. Her wallet, with 57 US Dollars, 70 Euros, VISA and American Express Cards, her university library card, light pink lipstick, pocket mirror with blush, Samsung Galaxy II smart phone (holy crap!!)

If the Nazis were to get their hands on this…

On the other hand, it was doubtful that they could do much reverse engineering even with their best scientists. It might still serve her however.

*****

Heydrich’s arrived just as the sun was fading to the southwest. His greeting was short and to the point.

“Why am I here, Becker? You apprehended a young woman by the university. Surely this isn’t beyond your capabilities?”

“My capabilities are quite sufficient, Obergruppenführer. It’s my level of authorization that might cause problems, as you will probably agree when you meet this young lady. Leutnant Nichols is her name.”

Christie looked up when she heard the door opening. In walked Becker, and another man about his age, but obviously his superior.

“Lieutenant Nichols, I am Reinhard Heydrich of the Schutzstaffel. I will see your identification papers please.” Christie handed him per passport, driver’s license, and passport.

Heydrich spent several minutes, silently examining each bit of identification presented. “Your purse, woman, empty your purse on the table.”

She did as he was told. Heydrich examined her lipstick carefully, apparently checking for any possibility of espionage. Checking her wallet, he looked carefully at each of the notes. The dollars and American coins were familiar, though definitely different. The “Euros” were a mystery to him. The pertinent fact was that none of the coins (except some of the apparently commemorative quarters) had a date earlier than 1967.

He opened what appeared to be a thick and heavy address book and found what appeared to be a black tablet with SAMSUNG on the top. He pulled the tablet out of the cover, turning the device over. There! Doubtlessly a spy camera!

“Miss Nichols, what is this?”

“It’s a telephone, sir. If you please?” He handed it back to her. He watched carefully as she pushed a button on the side. A beep…and the screen flashed to life.

“Mein Gott!!”

“It is pretty impressive, isn’t it Reinhard? Telephone, camera, database. At least it would be if we had the supporting network - which we don't. And unfortunately, the battery only lasts about three hours, then it has to be recharged. If not, it’s just a worthless piece of metal and plastic. And we wont have anything like an ion battery for at least another two decades, I’d suppose.

Heydrich frowned at the use of his Christian name, but there was no denying that she had a point.

“Miss Nichols, you will undress. Lieutenant Becker, reserve two seats for Berlin and see to it that you obtain some clothing for Miss Nichols that is more appropriate for this era. I want this woman suitably attired for tomorrow when I introduce her to the Führer.”

Avindian · Dec 10, 2012

It's a good idea to use the default color vote; for someone like me, who uses the EU3 interface, I can hardly read the black text.

TekcoR · Dec 10, 2012

I am quite intrigued where this will go an urge you to continue the work!

unmerged(55529) · Dec 11, 2012

Ah, sorry about that! Corrected!

guillec87 · Dec 11, 2012

very interesting idea, it reminds me a little the movie "Philadelphia experiment 2", but i`m wondering how is this going to continue... at least she didn`t bring the nazis a f-117 full of A-bombs :rofl:

BarrosRodrigues · Dec 11, 2012

Very interesting indeed! Subscribed!

KLorberau · Dec 11, 2012

Very interesting. Let's see where this goes. Subscribed!

Ps: how long will our heroine be stuck in Nazi Germany?

unmerged(55529) · Dec 12, 2012

Article III: If I am captured, I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape and aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.

So says the Code of Conduct of the US Armed Forces. Heydrich and Becker put Christie not in a jail cell but in a nearby hotel. Becker had bought Christie three outfits, a long green dress for formal wear, and two everyday outfits in light brown and blue. The clothes she’d been wearing had been confiscated with the assurance that they would most likely be returned in a few days.

“Miss Nichols, again you are being granted much more leeway than someone in your position could expect. As you have no money, and as it is quite difficult to travel about the Third Reich with no identification, I have every confidence that you will be here tomorrow morning.”

“Mr. Heydrich, my duty as a soldier is to escape if at all possible.”

“Yes it is, Christina! Very good! But I want you to consider your current position. I’m sure you have been given plenty of physical conditioning as an officer cadet. You may be thinking, ‘I could simply cross the border, I am just a day or two away from the border with France!’ Well, I assure you that Becker will be providing a sufficient number of police in this area to ensure your…security. And when our guests attempt to leave without saying goodbye, that makes us…very sad.”

She got the point. Christie decided that the quickest way home would be the same as the Allied soldiers, right through to Berlin. She had to admit that as much contempt she had for the man, the idea of actually meeting Adolf Hitler alive and in person was overwhelmingly compelling.

After a very unsettled eight hours of sleep, Christie awoke to a knock on the door. She took a quick shower and dressed, then met Heydrich downstairs. “Good, you have your bag packed; you won’t be coming back for quite awhile.” He escorted her to a waiting black Mercedes 770 and they were driven to Hockenheim airfield to a waiting Junkers Ju-52.

It was less than 300 miles to Berlin, but a three and a half hour flight and Christie was nearly famished when they finally touched down at Tempelhof.

“Don’t worry Miss Nichols, you’ll be having luncheon with the Führer and Miss Braun. I suggest you address him by ‘sie.’”

They were driven to the Reich Chancellery and were greeted by Eva.

“Mr. Heydrich, so nice to see you again!” Turning benignly to Christie she said; “And you are our American time-traveler? Remarkable!”

The three continued into the Chancellery drawing room and into the dining room. Christie was momentarily disappointed that their host wasn’t wearing the uniform, but was instead wearing the grey leisure suit that she had seen many times in pictures of “Hitler at Berchtesgaden” or “Hitler, Eva, and Blondi.” Yet there was no denying that this man was Adolf Hitler.

He saw her face, stood, and smiled pleasantly. “Reinhard, good to see you my boy! And you, no doubt, are Christina. I’m sure you will enjoy your stay here very much. Please, please, sit down.”

After less than a minute, lunch was served, a selection of potato salad and sauerkraut with a plate of Spätzle on the side, with water and Auslese wine.

Little was said around the table, and most of the conversation was between Hitler and Heydrich regarding cooperation between the SS and Gestapo.

“And do you think our Miss Nichols might be a threat to the Reich, eh Reinhard?” This was asked in a joking manner, but Christie knew Der Führer wasn’t kidding.

“Mein Führer, Miss Nichols is highly intelligent and exceedingly brave, she is not one to be intimidated. She is also very wise for her years. I’m convinced that she could be either a powerful ally or a devastating enemy. Oh yes, she could be a threat if she so desired.”

Hitler turned to the young woman on his right. She was quite lovely, with medium brown hair cut in a short, barely spiked, pixie style. Her elfin face had twin patches of heavy freckles just under her dark green eyes. She smiled at him and shrugged easily as if to say, Yeah, I guess I could demolish your precious little Reich if I had a mind to do so!”

“Why?” he asked.

“She’s from the future, Adolf.”

“Ah, no Reinhard, she is from a future. Still, it is folly to throw away such a valuable forecast. I would like, if you wouldn’t mind, to speak with Christina in private.”

“Certainly Mein Führer.”

He stood up and motioned for Christie to follow him, which she did with just a bit of reluctance. She followed him to his office where he sat at his desk and invited her to sit down.

“Well, here we are. I imagine it must be a shock to be meeting a historical figure from a time almost eighty years in your past.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

“So apparently my boast of a thousand-year Reich was off by 988 years?” He turned his chair to the side, facing the window. He swallowed hard and gestured, hands out. “What happened Miss Nichols? Where did we fail?”

Christie took a deep breath. “Mister Hitler, there were obviously several military blunders that were made. Most of them were your decisions. However, those mistakes were not the tragedy.”

“Very well. Please continue.”

“I’m thinking of a quote from a book I read as a young teen, The 100: A Ranking of the Most Influential Persons in History. You were ranked 39th. The essay starts: ‘I must confess that it is with a feeling of disgust that I include Adolf Hitler in this book. His influence was almost entirely pernicious, and I have no desire to honor a man whose chief importance lies in his having caused the deaths of some thirty-five million people.’”

Hitler’s eyes widened and he slumped in his chair, astonished. “’Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead, but if the courses be departed from, the ends will change.’ Oh yes, Christina, I have read Dickens. I thank you for telling me this. What…oh dear…what happens to your country?”

“America? After dallying about, we finally join Britain in fighting you, Mussolini, and Tojo. There have been a great number of ridiculous arguments about who ‘really won’ World War Two, but there is no doubt about which country finished strongest. Germany is broken into four parts, occupied by France, Britain, the US and the Soviet Union. Japan is occupied predominantly by the US.

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From the end of World War Two, it’s actually the USSR that gives us the most trouble. We get into a few shooting wars, most notably Korea and Vietnam…Indochina, but really it’s all about fighting the communists some way and somehow. We called it the Cold War.”

“Stalin lives on then?”

“Oh, he died right around when the Korean War was settling down. Make no mistake, Iosif Dzuhugashvili was a murderous thug – and you’re often compared to him. The USSR broke apart a couple years after I was born, all the republics are independent states. America has had a great century, we even landed men on the moon – due in no small part to German engineers and science, but we have made some terrible mistakes as well.”

Hitler remained silent, brooding.

“Man on the moon…” he whispered. “The Soviet Union gone.”

“And Germany’s president is a woman.”

“WHAT?”

“No, I’m not kidding. And a very capable one as well. In fact Germany, after reunification became one of the strongest European nations.”

This declaration seemed to satisfy Hitler, somewhat.

“Miss Nichols; I am sure you can appreciate how disturbing your revelation is. I am…I am not a monster…”

“Perhaps not yet, Adolf. But be very careful of the path you are on.”

“Perhaps that is good advice for both of us. I am not used to such…what do the British say…cheek?”

“Herr Hitler, I decided early on that my life was pretty much over when I saw those flags in Heidelberg. As you hinted, how often do you get the chance to meet a historical figure? I just added ‘and chew him out?’”

“A very rare occurrence at best. But Christina, you should not be thinking your life is over, not by any means. The very notion that time travel is not only possible, but an actuality, and discovered by German scientists…well, yes…of course it was! Oh…but I forget myself. You most certainly will want to return to America, am I correct?”

“Uh, now that you mention it, that would be rather nice.”

Hitler chucked. “Yes, I suppose it would. The American Embassy will be open Monday, the day after tomorrow. I will have Christa arrange a hotel for you, all meals included.”

Christie beamed with pleasure at this. “Thank you very much, sir!”

“You are very welcome. Now, before you go, I would like you to consider something.”

“Of course.”

“You are a very talented, charming woman. Indubitably an exemplary officer. Logistics, I believe Reinhard said. Was that your goal?

“Well, only a fool discounts logistics in planning a battle. But my first choice was intelligence analyst.”

“Ah, I could see why that would be an attraction for you. Christina, I would like to offer you this: German citizenship…Christina is a very common name in Germany…and if you wish you can take another surname and we will keep your actual name a secret. I shall also offer you a commission in the Wehrmacht, the Kriegsmarine, or the Luftwaffe, whichever service you please, at the rank of captain, with promotion to major upon completing your familiarization training for your chosen branch and promotion to lieutenant-colonel upon your becoming a fully fledged intelligence officer.”

Christie sat back. “Good Lord.”

“Now don’t say ‘yes’ right away. I want you to think about it. If you accept, I’ll want you to keep me personally informed, and I may ask you for your opinions on both political and military strategy…should the need arise.”

“Okay…”

“Miss Nichols, I am truly grateful for your time. Your revelation was disturbing, but I am thankful for your honesty. Miss Schroeder will arrange your hotel and living arrangements, and of course a letter from me giving you full freedom of movement throughout Germany. If you decide to accept my offer, please come by in person before next Saturday. If you would rather go back to America, again, I would love to see you again.”

Adolf Hitler stood, shook Christie’s hand, and escorted her to his secretary’s office.

*****

A/N: Apparently Hitler was very charming in social situations; he was especially deferential to young women. He was also very seductive, though not necessarily in a romantic sense.

I’m aiming for updates on every even day, but don’t expect much between the 21st and 27th…just so you’re forwarned.

Now, as to how long our heroine will remain in the Reich, let’s see how things develop…

Marsz · Dec 12, 2012

You are taking a whole lot of artistic license with historical figures, and their possible reactions here. It's well-written, and a thought I've had myself, along with a lot of other readers, I'm sure, but it seems to go a bit far in the willingness of the third reich's top officials to believe (and change their ways on the basis of) things an american time traveler says. Even if they believe she's a time traveler, who's to say she speaks the truth?

Still, I suppose that's the entire premise of the story, and if I want to keep reading (which I most certainly do), I'll accept that much.

guillec87 · Dec 12, 2012

I'm actually loving the story! how much do you think you still need to start the game actually?

JustThatGuy · Dec 12, 2012

Moar! I need moar!

TekcoR · Dec 12, 2012

JustThatGuy said:
Moar! I need moar!

I second that. This is well written and well thought out.

Ikarases · Dec 12, 2012

At first, maybe four days ago, I´ve scrooled through the first chapter. I read some of those first lines, then scrooled down, saw the ID, saw the ending... I wasn´t too impressed; maybe I was a bit busy back then, doing some stuff, going to sleep etc.

Now I´ve decided to give this tale a go and I´m pleasantly surprised, although I can see the main line what will happen next. Anyway, I´ve sometimes enough time to read through all AARs at one point (mostly weekends), so you can count on my comments on this AAR

red_KLG · Dec 12, 2012

TekcoR said:
I second that. This is well written and well thought out.

Exactly this. It is very well written and its well thought.

One drawback I can find is that the main story line is a bit cheesy. I mean, would it be that easy for a time traveller to convince Nazi Germany officials that she is indeed a time traveller and get so close to Hitler without being interrogated in the most extreme ways? And I am sure that Gestapo had ways of extracting information.

However, time travelling is a cheesy topic itself. My only concern is that the protagonist has gained Hitler's and Gestapo's trust too fast and too easy. And even if Hitler in this fictional work is not as paranoid as he was in reality, I am sure that Gestapo and the various factions within it would be extremely paranoid.... I guess that we will see in the future some of Gestapo's paranoia and learn more about Becker.

Still, the author's attempt to explain an ahistorical game is commendable.. I really like and appreciate writAARs who resort to fictional narrative to describe an ahistorical campaign.

Btw, I really liked this line:

“Perhaps not yet, Adolf. But be very careful of the path you are on.”

I am very much intrigued by the million "whatifs" that exist in history...

Jagdpnzr · Dec 13, 2012

I really like the premise of the story. I also feel as though Hitler and his henchmen are being overly accepting of the heroine. I can't help but wonder though if the Nazis are being seductive with their outward appearance in an attempt to maybe lull her into a trap of some sort. Anyways, love the story and I will be following this once closely.

KLorberau · Dec 13, 2012

I think although Christina met Adolf too fast. But it seems she has maybe fallen under his spell. Which is believable since that is how he rose to lead Germany and used his mesmerizing personality to bring people to his way of thinking.

Baltasar · Dec 13, 2012

There is an audiobook around (in German) which deal with the idea that Hitler wakes up in mid-2011. Of course, he gets into politics right away, with rather unexpected results. If you do understand German reasonably well and like some good humor and black humored comments, I'd recommend giving it a try.
Author: Timur Vermes
Title: Er ist wieder da (he's back)

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