All Quiet on the Eastern Front
-The Ebony Eagle-
Change in the Wind
The Fuhrer was asleep...
Can it be known, when you stare death or fear in the face that you will be able to react or will you do what so many others do, freeze? In the stillness of the moment is the last flashing seconds of your life, no longer to remain on earth, your death will be morned by those who cheerished you, and by those who hated you, a cheerful and joyous time will befall upon them. The Fuhrer had the nation of Germany brainwashed in his love, his conquered territories despised the very man, and the SS failures and lack of
effective propoganda, the Reich was now dividing itself into three paths: Nazism, Aristocratic (Monarchy) and Democratic, the later two being although small, causing much noise in Greater Germany.
In the halls of the Reichstag, the fuhrer sat in his office with several of his subordinate commanding officers. On the table, a map of Poland and Russia with the positions of the German and Russian fronts and their troop numbers. The charasmatic Hitler looked down at the paper and demanded his generals with scribbles and fantasy to take Moscow withing 90 days of the beginning of the operation, his generals knew this was impossible but dared not to say anything. A soldier walked into the room, his uniform perfectly dressed, washed and unwrinkled.
"Mein fuhrer, you have an important visitor."
Hitler turned to his commanders, and in plain voice and no emotion or sympathy to any of his stallwort generals commanded them out, "Leave."
The doors opened and the 15 general-front commanders walked out of the room, Hitler took a seat in his chair and two SS-colonels walked into his office and layed down a folder enscripted on it: Top Secret, they left and the man Hitler was expecting to see walked in. The man was rather small, dressed-well probably Catholic by the look of his cross, he made no attempt to cover it up in the presence of the rightious fuhrer. He walked up to the 'beloved' leader of the Reich.
Hitler looked to his guards, "He's clean."
The well-dressed man began, "I have an important message from Wilhelm, Prinz of Germany. The current King-in-exile."
"And what does the royal want from me now. I gave him a good home in the Nederlands, what else? Who in the hell does he think he is, not like his father he is not beloved. Has he forgotten who the leader of Germany is?"
"It deals nothing with you and his life, he sends a message that he who doesn't build on the people will not succede."
"He who builds on the people, builds on mud, now I finally realize this after far too many years."
"Now this is very important, I must whisper it into your ear."
"Very well," says the fuhrer, looking at the man with an evil death-like stare.
"Your time is over," he pulled out a small nail and chisel and rammed it into the fuhrer's shoulder and another into his leg. The guard calmly watched the ordeal, he looked not to aid the fuhrer, but too let him die. Hitler lie now on the ground, the small-man, Peter Strause walked out with his final blow, one more to the head will surely kill the leader of the Reich.
Another guard walked by the hallways and opened the door, stunned at the site he was shot by the Luger of the other SS-guard in the room. From down the hallway the generals and other guards became alarmed and rushed towards the Office of the fuhrer, Himmler and Goebles were leading the charge of cabinet personnel into the room; the SS-guards knocked these men down and rushed into the room. The first guard into the room was promptly shot and killed the betraying SS-guard was quickly killed by another charging guard with an MP-40. Strause grew nervous, he kneeled down to deliver the final blow to the fuhrer, outside in the courtyard a German truck pulled in, his escape ride. He looked back and saw no one, behind the desk he readied himself to do the impossible, kill the fuhrer.
He stumbled away and crashed through the window, shot in the shoulder multiple times Peter Strause jumped down the office window of the Reichstag and leaped into the courtyard and fled to the truck awaiting for him. Emptied he saw SS-soldiers pop around the ends of the trucks, he was promptly captured by a young SS-lieutantant. They held him at gunpoint, and now Strause knew what to expect. On a rare turn of events, this man wasn't to be killed, to the Russian Front, "make sure he's on the frontlines." And as for the great fuhrer, it wasn't his time to go, the now handicapped Hitler could trust few people, and his will to destroy all that oppose him could never be stronger.