Hitler Idolized Frederick The Great:
There is no such thing as a “pure evil” person. Evil is supernatural. Nobody is supernatural. It is fascinating to explore historical figures from their point of view and see what they could really have been thinking. In this case it is pure history — what Hitler was doing during the First World War. It is also very important for what came later. Also he wasn’t the only one thinking like that. Large segments of the German population also thought like that. You would think the Europeans would be interested because it is their own family history.
I have come to regard Hitler as a tragic figure. Some German should write a novel about Hitler and Faust where he makes the fatal choice and in the end he is dragged down by fate or the devil or whatever you want to call it. His biggest problem is that he was looking backwards in time and not forward. He spent his last days clutching a portrait of Frederick the Great who was ruler in the 18th century. He wanted to bring back the past just as lots of other Nazis did, too. That was why Gone with the Wind was popular in Germany. They were the children of the First World War. They were born in the 19th century. They wanted to go back to a time before the Great Cataclysm of the Great War.
Just think of the morality back in the mid 18th century. That was when the Spanish Inquisition was still going on. People were only a couple generations away from the horrible religious wars of the 17th century and near medieval thinking. People believed in witches, that sort of thing, and it was a pre-industrial time period. The Holocaust back then would have been conducted IN PUBLIC. Nobody would have hidden anything. Not that I think Hitler knew about the Holocaust, but Himmler was trying to hide it from Hitler as much as everybody else.
Churchill on the other hand was looking forward. Since he was half American he thought of reaching out towards America. That was to be the future, not Hitler’s backward thinking.
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Unlocking Trinity: A Lesson In The Third Reich:
I refused to watch the movie Downfall. I had somebody watch it for me ahead of time. They summarized it. It was a bunch of tripe compared to the memoirs, a Hollywood dramatization if you will. For instance, they claimed it made Eva Braun look like an alcoholic, which she wasn’t. I didn’t want to bother with it. My friend, Gertrude, in Austria agrees with me on this point.
There was a recorded interview with Tradl Junge in the early 2000’s. That is what I listened to. So did Gertude. After a certain point the interviewer stopped asking questions and just listened as Tradl Junge related her memories of the last days in the Fuhrer Bunker, which was very tragic and beyond horrible. For instance, what happened to the Goebbels children was totally unnecessary. They could have been sent on April 20 with Christa Schroeder when she left Berlin to go back to Bavaria and the Berghof, only to see the Berghof destroyed by bombing. She ended up staying there until the Allies arrived. If the children had gone with her they would have survived, too. They would have been handed over to the Americans, not the Russians as their parents feared.
During the last year when Hitler met with his generals he was not totally alone. The secretaries kept an eye on him from not far away. The door wasn’t shut anymore. I doubt if he met with Himmler when he put him in charge of the Eastern Front. At least would really have to investigate the circumstances. Bormann interfered a lot, for instance with the killing of Rommel when Hitler knew nothing about it. Bormann could have signed the papers that made Himmler in charge of the Eastern Front for instance and made it look as if Hitler had done it.
With the isolation of the Berghof during the last few years of the war and the way Bormann made sure Hitler did not find out what he did not want him to know, I fully believe that Hitler’s secretaries, Eva Braun, Heinz Linge, and Hitler himself knew nothing about the Holocaust. I don’t think most people knew in Germany at the time. It was something going on that Himmler was in charge of. Rommel for instance told his son NOT to join the SS. He had heard “rumors” about what was going on that he couldn’t verify and could not get details about. You see? It wasn’t that easy to find out. Rommel was certainly an objective source by 1944.
Albert Speer, though a friend of Hitler, was never part of the inner circle at the Berghof. He never lived there.
The Ware’s little girl has been kidnapped by Hitler and forced to live with him at the Berghof. But when Hitler commits suicide in his Berlin Bunker on April 30, 1945, what happens to the child who has been indoctrinated as a Nazi, who has forgotten that English is her native language?
Her biological father, General Lord Edward Ware, must defy Eisenhower’s order to leave Berlin to the Russians. He must get to her before Stalin’s henchwoman does. It becomes a race to Trinity in the birth drama of the Cold War.
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Is May Right In Blaming The Russian Government?
It depends what you think of as the “Russian government”. Is the government just Putin? Or does it include the top generals and other influential people like the Mayor of Moscow? This is like asking if the Nazi government was just Hitler or did it include Himmler, too? The historic answer with the Nazis was that the government became increasingly departmentalized as the war went on and in Hitler lost control of many things going on. No one knows exactly how the Russian government works. But it is speculated that Putin is just the “show” figure who seems to be in charge, but there are several men underneath him who have their own interests to pursue. So the “rogue elements” are indeed part of the real government of Russia. So May is right in blaming the “government”.
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Hamlet Is A Big Subject For Dora Benley:
Dora Benley not only likes to write novels about ancient Rome and Greece, she is also fond of Shakespeare and Hamlet. Two of her recent novels have concerned themselves with Hamlet. Just last week she published the YA thriller Ophelia Plot about a girl who was kidnapped while she was putting on Hamlet on the high school stage. Yet to be published is the Edward Ware Thrillers at War novel Murder at Hamlet’s Castle. Dora and Edward are attending a performance of Hamlet when they get a note from Churchill. They have to make their way to Hamlet’s Castle in Denmark where they are supposed to hide the Lawrence maps.
After narrowly escaping the von Wessels, Hitler’s chief spies, in Santa Fe while on leave from Mid East Quarters in Cairo, Edward and Dora don’t know where to go next and where to hide the Lawrence maps, key to world domination. They have just been watching a production of Hamlet when they get a note from Winston Churchill. He says that he and Clemmie got locked in the dungeon of Hamlet’s Castle in Helsingor, Denmark. It was where the Danish army used to be billeted in the Middle Ages. They had to raise Hamlet’s ghost screaming to be let out. It just occurred to Winston it would be a perfect location to hide the much sought after military maps. No one would ever suspect they were there — and if they did they would never be able to escape with their lives let alone the prize that Hitler has been seeking for years.
But after a huge chase scene to get away from states they meet unexpected obstacles in the castle in 1934. The mistress who keeps the place up turns out to be the perfect Nazi spy in cahoots with Hitler and the von Wessels. Once again they need to escape. But this time they meet an unexpected ally in the famous Dane himself, Shakespeare’s most famous character. They uncover Hamlet’s secret notebooks that tell them just what they need to know. Others were cornered in this castle long ago. Hamlet tells them how he escaped in a tale that upsets all previous notions of the man, his character, and his fate.
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Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 in German:
Gefangen auf dem Berghof: Teil 1, or Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 by Dora Benley, will be published on December 15 on Amazon Kindle. It is the first German version of a novel that Cheops Books LLC has ever published.
Adolf Hitler threatens Colonel Sir Edward Ware and Dora, Lady Ware, that if they do not hand over the Lawrence maps, key to world domination, he will kidnap their daughter. The late Lawrence of Arabia has drawn these maps for the British military to prepare for the next European War. Hitler guesses this, and wants to tip the scales in favor of Germany instead of England. Churchill, Edward’s best friend, and the Colonel are running their own foreign policy under the noses of first Baldwin and then Neville Chamberlain and the British government. Tension does nothing but build through Nazi rallies, through the Munich Accords in 1938, but does not stop with the first shots fired after the Polish Invasion in 1939. Finally the war itself will be won or lost depending upon what Edward and Dora do next. Will it be their country or their daughter? They must choose.
Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 is book three of the Edward Ware Thrillers at War Series
Hitler hat über die geheimen Untergrundaktivitäten des Obersts Sir Edward Ware erfahren und kämpft mit harten Bandagen. Er entführt Thomasina, Edwards Tochter und will das Kind nur zurückgeben, wenn ihm Edward und seine Frau Dora den Schlüssel zur Weltherrschaft überlassen – die Lawrence-Karten. Sie müssen schnell etwas unternehmen, bevor Thomasina wirklich zu Hitlers Tochter wird.
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Helga Takes Edward Captive in Denali:
“You do have Lady Ware in your custody, don’t you?” Helga prompted the monster.
The creature nodded and answered in some sort of incomprehensible brogue that sounded like a combination of very bad Russian and something else —- maybe Alaskan? He could not imagine where she had gotten a worker like that —- from the Russian goolag? Siberia? Edward did want to probe too deeply into whether he was really human or not.
“She will be our next experimental victim,” said the man that Helga had termed Dr. Frankenstein.
What was he, a Nazi reject from the Third Reich? Had he taken refuge in Russia after the war?
“So you see, Edward?” Helga purred as she reached out to smooth down his collar. “You don’t really have any choice but to do as I say, right?” she prompted him.
Edward could see the writing on the wall as he followed her into an inner room in this Ice Palace of hers. She led him into her inner sanctum to her bed. He knew her ways from long ago. Soon she was undressed beckoning to him as she had done thousands of times before. He did not want to approach her bed. He knew what would happen from long experience, but he had no choice.
Soon her long, svelte arms were around him pressing her hands into all his pockets as she stripped him of his clothing piece by piece. As he plunged into her he remembered long ago scenes where they lay in the rose-colored sands by the red colored walls of Petra in the Syrian Desert making and conceiving their bastard son together. But he tried to put it aside. He knew what would come next.
“Oh, look what I found!” Helga waved a note in the air. It was from Churchill, of course, talking about Kruschev and Lawrence’s latest map defending Britain against Russian nuclear attack. “This is just the sort of thing I am paid to find.” Her eyes glittered. “If you hand over that map, I will give you back your wife.”
Fortunately Helga was so mesmerized by her “find” that she could not help staring at it intensely as if it would give up even more secrets with intense scrutiny. Edward took advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration to creep up behind the naked woman and gag her, tying a cloth around her mouth. After that he bound her to the bedpost with more sashes and ties and torn sheets.
Edward quickly dressed and made his way out the back of her bedroom into the snow. He knew he had but a short time to find his wife and be out of harm’s way. Who knew what kind of creeps and misbegotten creatures Helga had collected here to help her with her spying mission for a Russian dictator.
He noticed the dimensions of the compound huddling down towards the ground and much of it underground. A good snow could cover it all so that it would not be visible. The runway could easily be covered. A careless park ranger might not notice anything at all.
Edward figured that Dora must be hidden in the main building up ahead. But before he could reach it he saw a figure emerge dragging a woman tied up with ropes. He started to head across the snowy field with her pushing her ahead of him.
Edward quickly started after them. But he could not reach the man with the fighting woman who began to look more and more like Dora before he reached a dog sled. He was off mushing the dogs leaving Edward in the snow that had started to fall.
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Edward Ware’s Retirement In The House Of Lords:
General Lord Edward Ware at the end of World War 2 retired from His Majesty’s Armed Forces with the title of Lord of Ruweisat Ridge and an appointment to the House of Lords. He helped the British win the Battle of El Alamein in 1942. Therefore he has been appointed to a hereditary position in the House of Lords. When he is no longer meeting with Churchill to plan battles, Lord Edward Ware’s life is now consumed with social events and flashy ceremonial responsibilities. For one thing he has managed to have the title of Black Rod of the House of Lords forced upon him by his peers.
It is now his responsibility to be the monarch’s representative in the House of Lords. He summons the members of the House of Commons to Lords to hear the monarch’s speech. He is also the usher to the Order of the Garter. He organizes addresses to Parliament of visiting heads of state. He also organizes the state opening of Parliament and helps to run the House of Lords on an every day basis.
After a long career of spying, intrigue, and fighting battles, Edward’s life has run into a boring dead end. His wife, Dora, Lady Ware, tries to console him and find things for him to do in her father’s auto and tire business. But Edward is totally out of his element when they run into alarming news.
Churchill, in his second career as PM, summons Edward to his office. He shares with him a security report that has just come in from joint exercises that Americans and Brits are doing in the Bering Strait off the coast of Alaska. A boat was observed with bright lights and fizzling sparklers going off. When it saw the British and Americans it fled. They tried to follow it. They lost it.
“Russians?” Edward asked.
Churchill shrugged. “Anything is possible. But since you and your wife have never recovered your daughter from the Russians, I thought the assignment of researching it was up your alley.”
Edward is catapulted into the Far North. He finds situations beyond the human imagination that his better sense would say were impossible. People that he thought were dead suddenly appear again or seem to appear to meld with legends. But what are they doing? Carrying out the will of the mysterious, dark Russians who seem to be plotting to take over the world the way the Nazis were? Or is it something far worse?
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Hitler’s Agent Visits Paris, France:
In the wake of Trump’s visit to Paris for Bastille Day we have been discussing France. I have used France occasionally as a setting for my novels. I did use the French part of Belgium, Wallonia, as the setting for Inn at the Crossroads, my novel about Napoleon. But France itself has managed to wedge its way in there once in a blue moon. For instance Dora and Edward meet Churchill at the Ritz Hotel for a long luncheon right after they escape Hitler’s clutches in the novel Hitler’s Agent, which I am about to publish on October 15. They have just escaped Mussolini in Venice and sailed through the Mediterranean out past the Rock of Gibraltar to Paris going in that direction. Dora has Thomasina with her and is surrounded by guards that she has hired for the occasion to protect her from the Nazis. Helga, who is Hitler’s Agent, and Herr von Wessel make an entrance into the dining room. They send Dora notes about the Lawrence maps, key to world domination, with the cooperation of the waiters. Helga is seated by a statue of Venus. But Dora puts an end to that, too. It is one of the few occasions where Helga is in the same room with Churchill. The two don’t mix well as characters, mind you. But at least on that occasion Dora and Edward managed to escape back to Ware Hall in the south of England for more adventures. For the historical thriller, Hitler’s Agent, does not end there.
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Yellowstone the SuperVolcano Stars In Old Faithful Plot:
There are only three supervolcanoes in the world, and Yellowstone is one of them. The geysers in the park have been erupting more frequently than usual. There have been earthquake tremors all over Wyoming. They could presage the coming eruption of the supervolcano that has not erupted in seventy thousand years.
If the volcano erupts again it will kill an estimated eighty-seven thousand people. It will quickly make two-thirds of the United States uninhabitable. Clouds of ash will block out the sunlight in much of the country. That will start to affect the flora and fauna beneath the dark pall suddenly cast over it. The eruption will be two thousand times as powerful as the 1980 eruption of nearby Mt. St. Helens which managed to throw ash into five Canadian provinces and eleven states. This sounds like the apocalypse.
Hitler saw all this coming. He decided to send his most trust Nazi agents to Yellowstone National Park to see if they could jigger an eruption of Old Faithful. Edward and Dora must prevent him. All this drama forms the subject of the upcoming Old Faithful Plot soon to be published by Cheops Books LLC.
While they are hiding out from Dora’s husband at the Old Faithful Lodge in 1933, Dora and Edward are also hiding Lawrence maps that Churchill has given them and which Hitler would do anything to get his hands on. Enter Helga and Herr von Wessel, Hitler’s top spies. They warn Colonel Sir Edward Ware and Dora that either they hand over the top secret maps, key to world domination, or they will blow up Yellowstone National Park. They will turn the famous geyser basin into volcanic rubble – and the rest of America, too, which would be buried in volcanic ash just like Pompeii. And if that doesn’t work they have an even darker plot up their sleeves, one that would change history itself.
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Chapter 12: Wall Street Swastika: Nazi Party In London:
Now that Dora, Edward, and Churchill along with the Prof had evaded the onslaught of the Nazi spies at the British Museum and at Studland Beach and had finally deposited the Lawrence maps where no one could find them for now, they could finally concentrate on Hitler. Winston invited them to stay at Chartwell for several days. At Winston’s estate in Kent they received almost hourly reports about Nazi activities in London and back in Germany itself.
The cook was serving lunch when Churchill opened a missive from one of his spies on the ground in Germany. He read it through first to himself while he was smoking a cheroot, mumbling and exclaiming. Edward leaned over his shoulder to see what was what. Dora waited in suspense to find out what strange turn was next.
“Ha! So Hitler is trying to populate the government of Thuringia with his Nazi thugs!” Churchill exclaimed. “He is trying to nominate Wilhelm Frick as the head of both ministries, the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of the Interior, and the German People’s Party, the DVP, complains that the man was a man convicted of high treason for his part in the Beer Hall Putsch in 1923. Good for them!”
Edward nodded, “I remember the man. We were in the streets fighting the Nazis to the last man during the Putsch,” Edward brought back an unpleasant memory. Dora had been there, too. “That man was one of the worst, the most unprincipled, bastards.”
“Does Hitler have the power to make the party accept his nominees?” Dora asked.
Winston sighed as he looked up from the letter from Germany. “Not by himself. But apparently he is lobbying industrialists in the area. And they are bringing pressure upon the heads of the German People’s Party to make Wilhelm Frick their man.”
“What exactly does Hitler want Frick to do?” Dora was puzzled.
“Frick is supposed to purge the Thuringian government of leftists and liberals and replace them with Nazi ideologues who believe in racism to the last man, including all the police and all the members of the civil service,” Edward said.
Churchill read on, practically crushing his cheroot between his teeth. “So here is something we can act upon right away!” he looked up hopefully at Edward. “The gall of the man! He is holding a fund raising event right here in London.”
“What!” Edward practically exploded.
Churchill nodded. “At the German Embassy in London. They are having a grand ball and banquet and getting English aristocrats to contribute to the Nazi cause.”
Edward rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “I can see it now! They would be idiotic enough to do it, too. Nazism is the latest fashion in London.”
“Hitler is using this money as bribes to industrialists and party officials in Thuringia to start molding Germany to his Nazi vision.”
Edward was to appear at the ball that Saturday night. Dora was to be his guest visiting him in London. But she had to go in disguise. They could not have the newspapers reporting Mrs. Byrne to be where she was not supposed to be. After all, according to the excuse she sent to her parents and Michael, she was staying with her friend Rita Jolivet in New York to help her put her finances back together after the Crash.
Dora entered the ball on Edward’s arm. She was dressed to the hilt in the latest Elsa Shaparelli gown, but since it was a costume ball she was wearing a mask. There was a gaming table in the next room. It was presided over by that spy of spies, Herr von Wessel, Hitler’s right-hand man, and his evil wife, Frau von Wessel. Dora and Edward had encountered them many times before on other missions. They were bad news.
Frau von Wessel was dressed in a Coco Chanel original, a black dress with silver sequins that clung to her curves. She beamed with a wicked smile at the English aristocrats that she greeted by name and escorted them over to the gaming table where Herr von Wessel was presding like a Master of Ceremonies. All this occurred under the big Nazi flags that decorated the ballroom, turning the German Embassy into a kind of circus. To make things even more wicked, there was an open bar on the other side of the room with the gaming table. Drinks were on the house.
Dora and Edward split up according to plan. Edward headed for the gaming table. He pretended to be paying attention to the game, though the von Wessels were immediately on alert. What they did not watch and were not supposed to watch was Dora. She took up her position at the free bar and ordered a drink which she pretended to sip and really poured out in special container she had brought with her in her evening bag. While they were not watching her, she slipped a sleeping potion into the punch bowl. She smiled as a server immediately dipped into it and filled drinks to be taken over to the gaming table. Edward alone knew not to drink anything at the event.
Soon other gamblers were starting to nod off around Edward. Edward complained loudly that no one was taking the game seriously, and it was getting boring around here. Frau von Wessel whispered to her husband. They both frowned severely.
Edward extended his arm to Dora. She took hold of it. Smugly they both left the room resounding with snores.
“Very clever!” Herr von Wessel shouted after them. “But Hitler will answer you all too soon.”
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