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Major Johann Schmidt
1942
Rhenen, Netherlands
Wehrmacht base near Pantherstellung
When I was stationed at the Panther base, I knew that it was a way to hide me away and prevent me from climbing higher in the ranks. Of course, these suspicions were never voiced, I knew better than that. It was not a bad station, new recruits were taken in, trained, and sent off to serve the Fatherland, we kept the Pantherstellung in our sector in repair and ready for defense, overall, I was kept busy.
The only thing I really hated, was the fact that I had to answer to Obersturmbannfuhrer Eric Klindt. Eric was a weasel face man, his nasal voice irritated me to no end and he liked to rub it under my nose that he was my superior officer due to his membership of the Party. In my eyes, he was not a true soldier, he did not even know the basic parade ground drills and he refused to learn. What he did do, was to stay distant and aloof, keeping his secrets locked away inside the underground bunker built shortly after the invasion of the Netherlands. As usual, when the SS keeps a secret, rumors started and some of the rumors were totally outrageous, but the strange lights and sometimes smells escaping from the bunker's air outlets, only served to start even more rumors.
I was busy with my morning correspondence when a brisk knock came from my door, I looked up, disturbed at the interruption, "Enter."
The Corporal at guard duty opened the door and stood in the door and delivered a crisp Nazi salute, I gave him a half-hearted return salute, "Yes Corporal?"
He cleared his throat, "Sir, you have a . . . guest."
I frowned and stood up, I did not expect any visitors, "Who is it?"
The corporal blanched slightly, "A guest sent from Obersturmbannfuhrer Klindt, sir."
I raised an eyebrow, now fully irritated, "Well corporal, show him in."
He cleared his throat again, "The guest is a . . . female, sir."
Understanding came from that revelation, she would be one of the young women that the SS or Gestapo would "recruit" for their officers, I sighed and nodded, motioning that the Corporal should continue. I sat down again and carried on with my work.
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1942
Rhenen, Netherlands
Wehrmacht base near Pantherstellung
When I was stationed at the Panther base, I knew that it was a way to hide me away and prevent me from climbing higher in the ranks. Of course, these suspicions were never voiced, I knew better than that. It was not a bad station, new recruits were taken in, trained, and sent off to serve the Fatherland, we kept the Pantherstellung in our sector in repair and ready for defense, overall, I was kept busy.
The only thing I really hated, was the fact that I had to answer to Obersturmbannfuhrer Eric Klindt. Eric was a weasel face man, his nasal voice irritated me to no end and he liked to rub it under my nose that he was my superior officer due to his membership of the Party. In my eyes, he was not a true soldier, he did not even know the basic parade ground drills and he refused to learn. What he did do, was to stay distant and aloof, keeping his secrets locked away inside the underground bunker built shortly after the invasion of the Netherlands. As usual, when the SS keeps a secret, rumors started and some of the rumors were totally outrageous, but the strange lights and sometimes smells escaping from the bunker's air outlets, only served to start even more rumors.
I was busy with my morning correspondence when a brisk knock came from my door, I looked up, disturbed at the interruption, "Enter."
The Corporal at guard duty opened the door and stood in the door and delivered a crisp Nazi salute, I gave him a half-hearted return salute, "Yes Corporal?"
He cleared his throat, "Sir, you have a . . . guest."
I frowned and stood up, I did not expect any visitors, "Who is it?"
The corporal blanched slightly, "A guest sent from Obersturmbannfuhrer Klindt, sir."
I raised an eyebrow, now fully irritated, "Well corporal, show him in."
He cleared his throat again, "The guest is a . . . female, sir."
Understanding came from that revelation, she would be one of the young women that the SS or Gestapo would "recruit" for their officers, I sighed and nodded, motioning that the Corporal should continue. I sat down again and carried on with my work.
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