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I can't say... Not me. OFF TOPIC. Mrs Minogue has one of the most lovely bottoms of all times, BTW.

BTW, that's the second time that Kylie features in one of my AARs. Amazing...

A sign of good taste!

I wonder if any of her ancestors served in the AMF during World War 2...... :D
 
Where's the other instance?
 
Chapter 9.

First set - The Failure of a Revolution.

Berlin, August 1st, 1944


Playing with the advantage that hindsight gives us today, it is easy to say that the Stockholm treaty, which opened the round of conversations that lead to the final peace treaty that settled the war, was the source of all evil that came after it, just as the humilliating Versailles Treaty (the infamous "Second Frankfurt Treaty" for the French historians) of 1918 had been the seed of the Second World War.

Indeed, both the Commune of France and the British Union felt cheated and robbed of their victory. Had not the reactionary Tsar joined the Kaiser in an unholy treaty, the revolutionary forces would have swept their way to Berlin. With Germany freeded from the Capitalist oppresion and joining his Syndicalist brethern, it was claimed, the "Establishment" would have been, in the end, defeated by the forces of Progress and Freedom. Now, with the threat of the Russian nuclear weaponry that may bring the final Armageddon a bit closer, even the most humble private in the army could see that the final victory had slipped away.

Had they knew that the weapon that obliterated the isle of Wight was the only one that the the Tsar had at his disposal (it would not be until two months latter that the Russian atomic program leaded by Igor Kurchatov resulted in two more Atomic bombs), perhaps they would had risked to face the combined Russo-German armed forces on the battlefield. However, neither London nor Paris knew that, so they turned to Detroit, asking for more fighter planes to cover the British and French skies. Syndicalist president Jack Reed, which had his hands full with figthing at Europe and ennacting its revenge from the Japanese, refused to commit more units to a war that, from his point of view, was impossible to win and turned to defeat Japan.

Thus "betrayed" by their "big" Syndicalist brother, both the British Union and the Commune of France had to accept that they would not defeat Germany and that it would stand, as strong as it was in 1939 plus the Russian help, in the way to the final World Revolution. Bitter and resented, both London and Paris began to consider the Combined States of America as another obstacle to their ultimate victory. When it was discovered that the CSA also had the bomb (in late 1945), the Europan Syndicalist parties finally added the CSA to the list of enemies and traitors of the World Revolution.

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Johann Ludwig Graf Schwerin von Krosigk (1887-1977).​

Nevertheless, they were not the only ones which felt unhappy about the peace settlement. In Germany, once the war was over, the general feeling changed gradually. From feeling relieved from being spared of the Godless onslaught, now most Germans felt that they had just fallen into the Russian aegis and that they were nothing more that a huge puppet state to Saint Petersburg. Even if that was not the truth -indeed, Germany was now heavily linked to Russia, at least until Berlin felt strong enough to deal on its own against the French and the British revolutionaries-, the feeling hung as a national shame over the country. To make it worse, in the next months, some voices would begin to blame von Stauffenberg of having betrayed Germany when Zeitzler was on the verge to stop the enemy advance and to turn them back all the way to Paris. Of course, general Zeitzler was behind this idiot bickering, trying, as he had attempted once, to get rid of the blame. This complicated situation would result in a feeling of deep need of getting rid of the shame of being defeated in all but in fact. Thus, as history proves, would become as damaging for the world as if Russia had not saved Germany from the final defeat.

The world had been spared from a Syndicalist victory that may had given place to a general revolution just to face the ghost of a Third World War. When Lutz von Krosigk stated on his autobiography "Persönliche Erinnerungen", it was as if an "Iron Courtain" had descended across the Continent.

Third set - The Brown Bolshevik.

Germany, 1922-25


"If freedom is short of weapons,
we must compensate with willpower.
"
- Adolf Hitler, Landsberg, 5 November 1925.​

The years that followed the publication of the Mein Kampf and his arrest, the so called Verbotzeit, were, apparently, a complete disaster for Hitler. From being the most promising star of the KPD, he suddenly become a marginal leftover, a pariah. Now we will see how those events developed.

After the publication of the Mein Kampf he was arrested, as it has been stated earlier. "There stands the enemy", said Luddendorff, "And there is no doubt; this enemy stands on the left". As a consequence, the government passed a law "for the Protection of the Reich" which provided that it would ban gatherings, demonstrations, books and parties deemed dangerous to the Republic. There were fines and prison sentences for anyone voicing publicly any subversive propaganda. And the Mein Kampf was, according to this law, a subversive book.

Finally, the Supreme Court for the Protection of the Reich was constituted at Leipzig to try such cases. By the spring of 1926 the KPD had narrowly avoided being banned. It was dissolved in Prussia, Saxony, Baden, Bavaria, Thuringia, Hessen and Hamburg. There not only the party, also its newspaper was forbidden, as well. Nevertheless, the authorities could not effectively prevent the NSDAP in these areas from forming camouflaged organizanizations and maintaining the KPD alive. This fact caused the so-called Hamburg incidents, when some KPD followers demonstrated in protest and were dispersed and almost hunted with the police. Ernst Thälmann stood among those who were arrested on that day and would meet Adolf Hitler in prison.

From the beginning both men did not trust each other. For Hitler, Thälmann was nothing than a puppet from the Syndicalist corrupt regimes and he vented quite soon that opinion. Thälmann, on his part, saw Hitler as a demagogue fated to vanish as soon as the audiences got used to their tirades.

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Hitler at Landsberg

One of the most famous incidents between both revolutionaries came after a speech that Hitler gave to some of the prisoners of Landsberg, were they were being confined. Hitler blamed again the "Vons", the junkers and the capitalists for the oppression that the German people was standing. He also attacked the British Union and the Comune of France as being nothuing more that a pack of reactionaries masquerading as progressive states. Walther Ulbricht, who had been arrested a few days after Thälmann, fed up by the merciless attack of Hitler against both countries, that, according to Ulbrich were the the most progressive states in history, and working fully towards the fulfillment of the people's cause, pointed out the continuous use of the term "volk" by Hitler was too much close to the nationalist meaning given by the Capitalists.

In his answer, Hitler attacked viciously Ulbricht with his odd version of Syndicalism: deeply nationalist, furiously anti-French and inexplicably militaristic. Thälmann was bewildered. That man, popular and magnetic, was very useful to the KPD, so he offered him a seat on the KDP executive committee, as well as offering him the job of chief propaganda officer, so long as Hitler abandoned some of his 'counterrevolutionary' ideals. Hitler refused and claimed that he would create a new party. The split was a fact, despite Thälmann to bridge the gap. It is claimed that Ulbircht later said to Thälmann "better lose the Hitlerite votes than to have the party corrupted". However, Thälmann was desperate to avoid the division, to keep an unified front against the Kaiserreich, but he was not successful at all.

When in 1925 Hitler went out ot Landsberg, he set up his shoul at creating his own party.

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Hitler poses before the gates to the fortress town
of Landsberg am Lech shortly after his release from prison.


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Interlude​

The Reichsführer was not a happy man. He had taken awful pains to read all the garbage gods involved with the plight of mortals and physical corruption, lust, excess, pleasure, perfection and hedonism or, finally, vitality and volatility of change.

He was going to leave at that point when something called its attention.

"[...] and it is closely associated with sorcery and magic, as well as dynamic mutation, and grand, convoluted scheming. In his mind he listens to the hopes and plans of every mortal and every nation; and through his own complex plots and manipulation he alters the course of history to achieve some great plan beyond mortal knowledge."​

Plots and manipulation.

For a moment Heydrich allowed himself a little smile before taking a look at Kremmler. He waved dissmisively at the pages that lied in front of him and asked, in a dangerously calm voice:

-Is that all?

-Nein, Reichsführer -said Kremmler, quite excited. He moved forward an inch, and pointed anxiously at a fragment and then read aloud:

"and where the plagueing ynsects did nott crawle, or madness lye, so men did blister and recompose them ownselves ynto the terrible likeness of daimons, such foule pests as the afreet and the d'genny that persist in the silent desert places. In such visage, they turned uponn theyr kind and gnawed them upon their bloody bones. "​

When he finished, his eyes were shinning and his face showed the happines of a kid that has been given a new toy. Bored, Heydrich was beginning to be afraid that his sixth sense had failed him this time when Kremmler said the word:

Gehemehnet

and explained his discoveries. Even if Heydrich was not quite keen on magic and superstitions as his late predecessor, he discovered something interesting in all that fuss that Kremmler explained so pasionately. He saw clearly how dangerous could be Kremmler if he was not properly directed. All in all, he could not see what may be of interest about this Gehemehnet, but he was going to take a small risk, just to prove something to himself.

As soon as the smiling Kremmler left the room with the signature of Heydrich giving him powers to enhace his plans, the Reichsführer called his aid de camp.

-Find Oberfürher Brumm. Now.

Then, turning to the window, he mused to himself...

Gehemehnet, had Kremmler said. It had some kind of curious sound... so... Jewish... Smiling inwardly to his dark soul, he wondered what would have thought Heinrich Himmler about following a Jewish clue...
 
Yes, whatever happened to the Chickenfarmer?`( I may have missed it. )
 
Gehemehnet?
What's that? :p

So Germans turn against the Russian salvation?
They are both Kaiserreich, from the past and conservative.
They should form with Japan the Eurasian Pact, to support 'freedom' and monarchies. :p
 
Yes, whatever happened to the Chickenfarmer?`( I may have missed it. )

If you wonder about the fate of Himmler, don't worry, it hasn't been told.

Great update, sir! And, I love the pic of Hitler, one of the few I've never seen before... :)

Thank you! I guess you talk about the first picture. I found both in David Jablonsky's "The Nazi Party in Dissolution: Hitler and the Verbotzeit, 1923-1925" Routledge, 1989.

Gehemehnet?
What's that? :p

We shall see...

Perhaps it's an exotic dish... :D

So Germans turn against the Russian salvation?
They are both Kaiserreich, from the past and conservative.
They should form with Japan the Eurasian Pact, to support 'freedom' and monarchies. :p

Well, ze Germans, you know, so proud :p ... they are not quite proud of being saved by an Empire that they defeated in the Great War, hardly 26 years ago...
 
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Well, ze Germans, youo know, so proud :p ... tey are not quite proud of being saved by an Empire that they defeated in the Great War, hardly 26 years ago...

It could be worse. The Salvation could have come from the French! Germany would implode.
 
Chapter 10.

First set - The Failure of a Revolution.

Ottawa, August 5th, 1944


"Wild Bill" Donovan faced the pale face of Franklin D. Roosevelt, who was sitting behind his desk. His face looked green in the light of a banker's lamp as the room was sunk in a periphery of darkness. A mail pouch, copies of the Times, the Daily Worker and the Deutsche Allgemeine Zeitung and several marble paperweights were on the desk. The former president of the United States waved the spymaster into the room.

Colonel William Donovan's (1) foreign experience and realism earned him the attention and friendship of Roosevelt during the interwar years and Roosevelt came to highly value Donovan's insights. Donovan placed an envelope in front of Roosevelt, who grinned at his friend while lifting the envelope. Roosevelt's skin had taken on a ghastly pallor and the bags under his eyes had darkened. He was wearing a tweed jacket so old that it was shiny.

-Can you spare me all the reading, Bill? It's late.

All could be summarized in 3 sentences.

- Each and every day that Reed remains in office, 2,000 innocent civilians are purged on charges of "right-wing deviations," "sabotage," or "membership in a socially alien class" and are stripped of their jobs and civil rights.

At hearing that, the former president's smile vanished.

- As the Russians have that atom bomb, Reed has launched himself to a huge increase in the funding of the Syndicalist nuclear program. To achieve his aim, he has initiated a campaign of unending plundering all around the nation, which includes to rid the country of "all entrepreneurs" - mostly those frew who still operated small, one-person businesses, by no means wealthy people- and, as they are regarded as "socially undesirable elements", they are punished by a tax hike of one thousand percent as well as the confiscation of their business inventory.

By then Roosevelt's eyes became unreadable.

-Finally, we have confirmation by our foreign sources about...

Roosevelt started to speak but a coughing fit left him breathless and even more pale. He lifted the glass of water with a shaking hand. Water splashed to the desktop. He sipped carefully. Roosevelt seemed awash in melancholy. He gripped the wheelchair rims and backed away from the desk. The carpet had been removed to allow the wheelchair to move more easily. He rolled to a window overlooking the silent alndscape. He peered into the blackness for a full minute and then, without turning away from the window, he said softly, "Take care of it, Bill."

That was enough.

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William Joseph Donovan (1883 – 1959).​

Second set - The Failure of a Republic.

Berlin, 29th November, 2003


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It was possible to be in one of the most famous and popular discos of Berlin and to feel absolutely awful and bored. That was the situation of good old Duckie, sitting on the stairs that led to the next level of dancing areas among drunkards, half-consumed fags and hundreds of legs going up and down. He had felt a bit depressed for his lack of success with Käthe. Well, "lack" is a too positive word in this context, but Duckie did not feel int he mood to analyze his defeat.

-Duckie, you'e a good friend to me. Don't spoil it.

...she told him. And there he was, watching with empty eyes a human wave of bodies twisting and sweating under the vicious assault of a noise which some joker had called as the "new style of the disco-dance".

"I've heard cats fuck with more harmony. I could crack my knuckles with more rhythm. Un-fucking-believable. With DJs like those, who needs enemas? "

'Enemas?' Duckie thought. Then he rose and raced to the closest exit.

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Interlude​

"It is the folly of men to believe that he are great players in the stage of history, that their actions might affect the grand procession that is the passage of time. It is an insulating conceit a powerful man might claps tight to his bosom that the might sleep away the night, safe in the knowledge that, but for his presence, the world would not turn, the moutnains would not curmble and the seas would not dry up."

Carved in the stone the words were, to last for centuries but they lasted just a few second's in Kremmler's mind as the approached a massive set of steps carved into the rock and lined with statues of serpents, wolves and odd-shaped things which resembled some kind of mutated sphynx. No one was on the next level and Kremmler led his expedition up the processional stairs, taking them three at a time, too eager to press on.

Suddenly he saw a vast, huge, monolitic set of doors among the flickering coal braziers which casted a ruddy glow over the statues than looked at them with quartz-chip eyes. The rays of light make the twisting snakes to seem alive, slowly going out of the walls and descending to them with an unsettling effect.

-Eagle One? Can either of you hear me? Respond.

The voice of the radioman was replied with static and, as it had happened since the recce team had left the main body, received no answers. Finally they reached the top of the steps, and emerged onto a moonlit esplanade with more serpentine and wolfish statues that led to a giant gateway in the facade of a massive buidling. Its mere size and formes spoke of ancient, primal power.

It was Oberfürher Brumm who found the way into the building, to Kremmler's dismay.

-Any door can be opened by the careful application of high explosives - the coronel had said.

As dust settled, they saw the priestess kneeling and cutting the heart from the dead acolyte, expertly removing the still warm organ from its former owner's chest. She took a bite before handing it to the acolyte which stood by her side. They passed the heart around the circle, each of the members taking a bit of the red meat, blood running down their chins as they tasted the final momeries of the dead.

While Brumm looked in disgust, Kremmler smiled widely and said:

-Well, I think we have arrived just in time.

(!) I know, I know. Will Bill Donovan had the rank of Major General, but butterflies are like that...
 
That's what this town needs - an enema! *blows kazoo/whatever it was that Jack Nicholson used in Batman*
 
I feel that CSA won't survive for long.
They have destroyed everything old, traditional and holy that was America once. :wacko:

Enemas???

Who knows...

That's what this town needs - an enema! *blows kazoo/whatever it was that Jack Nicholson used in Batman*

It seems I've created a new symbol...

That's the last time I am having heart!

Anyways that Duckie sure has a mouth, and why won't he dance with straight girls :D

Indeed, he has a mouth, but he has only one heart, and that belongs to Käthe.
 
Oh dear. Heartpain ain't a good thing. Especially when it's on a forum (almost) full with lonely men. :D
 
Speak for yourself Trekkie - I'm in a happy relationship. Although I'm not in the married category, it seems that many of our fellow forumites are...:D
 
Chapter 11.

Third set - The Brown Bolshevik.

Berlin, early June, 1925


"That man, Hitler, will die without making
anything worth of being remembered
"
Karl Stützel (Minister of Interior
in Bavaria from 1924 to 1933),
as quoted in 1925​

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As Hitler returned from Landsberg, the situation had changed quite a lot. The KPD had almost vanished in the Wilhelminian Reich. The fervor and the excitation that had arisen around him had doed and dust and darkness had filled their space. Faced with the need of going on and of getting a living, people just returned to their daily chores.

At this point Hitler, it is said, considered giving up. The KPD had been banned and its structure demolished. He had no friends and the few collaborators he had had gone underground or were still in prison. However, fate just stroke at him in the most unexpected way. As he later on explained to his most intimate collaborators,

"I was just there, reading the newspaper when I found that outrageous letter that blamed the workers for daring to ask for higher wages. I just read the words, and thought, 'that's enough'. And I wrote it".

Indeed, he wrote it. Under the pseudonym Rolf Eidhalt, Hitler wrote a witty reply to the letter which was highly celebrated in all Germany and returned his self-confidence to Hitler. Thus he started to gather the few followers he had and to recruit new ones. By giving speeches here and there he made his return to politics. In fact, his rethoric had not changed and he kept denouncing the betrayal by the 'vons', the industrial barons and the generals, to whom he added the Strasserites, that is, the followers of Otto Strasser's ultra-right party, and calling for the worker's revolution. His speechess managed to touch the soul of those who listened to him. Oddily enough to be a Syndicalist, Hitler kept advocating for a Germany unified into a "national community" (Volksgemeinschaft), free of class and party lines.

For isntance, let's take his speech given on February 27th, 1925 -the day after the "Völkischer Beobachter, the newspaper of his new party, the Sindikalistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei, or Sindy Party, for short-:

"[...] But we cannot trust the French or the Britons to bring the Revolution. They have been proven a failure. We must keep our watch, lest Germany be overwhelmedand betrayed again. Unless more brave Germans volunteer to serve the Revolution and the volk and not their own selfishnesss, the Capitalist will rule Germany, and the triumph of the workers will be further delayed.

The Kaiser stabbed us in the back. The French and the Britons stabbed the revolution in the back. But our victory is inevitable! We will throw off our chain! DEUTSCHLAND, ERWACHE!"


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First set - The Failure of a Revolution.

Berlin, August 7th, 1944

Rudolf Dietrich was curled on the metal cot under a tattered blanket that smelled of urine and blood. His eyes were closed tightly. They always came at noon. A few more minutes. They had left him his watch so he would know when his moment had arrived. But his belt, shoelaces, and wallet had been taken. Koder's cell contained the cot and blanket, a chamber pot, and nothing else. The door to the corridor was an iron sheet with a viewing port at eye level. Another hatch was near the floor, through which a soup bowl and a cup of water was pushed once a day, and through which would come his Henkersmahlzeit, the condemned's last meal.

Dietrich's cell was in Wing B of the Lehrterstrasse Prison, across the Spree River from Berlin's Tiergarten. The prison was star-shaped, with three floors of cells. It had been built in the 1840s, patterned after London's Pentonville. Berliners found it impossible to pass Lehrterstrasse Prison without shivering. Many entered the prison. Far fewer left alive. Rudolf Dietrich had been chief criminal inspector with the Berlin Police. He had joined the Kriminalpolizei, the Kripo, after the Great War and graduated from the Institute of Police Science in Charlottenburg. Since his beginning, he had been blessed with an outstanding investigative gift. And now Dietrich was an inmate in the very prison to which he had sent so many convicted criminals.

As the first pinpricks of light flared in the sky, he knew that something important had broken the silence of his world. He knew that a moment in time had dawned, a moment that he would never forget. He smiled at the thought, wishing he could show his persecutors the things he had seen.

"No man lives forever and even as memory fades, so too will any remembrance of him."

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Interlude​

Käthe made her way through the pub to the noisy area where Duckie was playing darts with some friends. She recognised a few souls, but she went there, anyway. She ran a hand through her long hair, brushed and tied it back in a knot to look halfway presentable. Her eyes scanned the area and saw Duckie, frozen with the dart in his hand. She reached them and knew what he was looking at. She had worn her most revealing dress and a low pendant that drew the eye to her breasts. As if Duckie needed an excuse to look at my breasts, she mused perversely. It goes without saying that Duckie obliged and not disappointed the lady, his eyes inmediately darting to her cleavage.

-I have arrived just in time - she said, and, taking him by the arm, she made her way to the nearest exit, followed by a speechless Duckie whose eyes were too busy following the new forms that, uncannily, Käthe was suggesting under the dress, beneath a foggish sky.

-Come, there is much for you to do! We are living in strange times!

-What?!?!? Have you turned straight?

-In your dreams, Duckie...

-I had to ask, just in case...

He followed in her footssteps, wondering in silent amazement where the fuss had she managed to have such a body. Well, he had some suspicions about it, but, man!, that was too good...

-Duckie?

-I'm not looking at your ass, I swear...

-Oh, be silent, please. Do you have that odd key with you?
 
So much has gone on, I can't keep up with this! :p

Well, a lot of updates since I've last been here, I must say I couldn't stop reading until I finally got thru all of it. I do personally like your little snippet on what has gone on so far, should do more of those I think just to keep all of us informed on a few things we may have perhaps forgotten.

The chapter that had Johann Ludwig and the Syndacists was a personal favorite while reading thru this. Keep up the great work, i guess I'll have to do a better job reading as you pump out your updates! :D ;)