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Skeletons Helmut Rose
made his way down the broad avenue to his office at the Aerospace Centre. He
looked up at the hundred foot long banners displaying the movie star good looks
of the President's face. Hitler's picture was everywhere. The only resemblance
to his great-grandfather was an untidy shock of black hair on the forehead and
pinched moustaches. As was his
habit, before heading to his office, Rose visited the engineers of the Von
Braun Zentrum für Raum Studium. As he entered the spacious, brightly lit room,
an enthusiastic "Heil Hitler" rang out from the assembled men jumping
to their feet with an outstretched arm. "Heil
Hitler," Rose replied, casually throwing back his right hand. The men
looked harried, but bright eyed and excited. "How's it going? Everything
okay?" Heinrich
Globus, lead engineer on the Ares project, strode over and pumped Rose's hand.
"Perfect, Herr Doktor. Perfect. Who could have imagined Mars’ approach
would match up with the Führer's celebration. The launch will occur on time.
It's almost as if it were a birthday gift from God himself." "'Gott
Ist Mitt Uns', eh Heinrich," Rose laughed. "I hope not. We don't need
some Jew god interfering with the triumph of the German people." They
laughed. "This
launch is a tribute to you, Herr Doktor. You must be proud." "I am
but a humble administrator, Heinrich." "Don't
be modest, Helmut. Everybody knows that Werner couldn't have made it to the
moon without you. And your ICBM's? They have kept the British and their
American lap dogs at bay." Rose felt colour
rising in his cheeks. "I am just doing my small part, but thank you,
Heinrich. I must get up to my office. Make sure the men get a good rest after
the launch. They've earned it." The head of Rising to the
top floor of the towering structure he thought back to the metaphorical heights
his career had taken him. As a young man on Werner Von Braun's team, he had
sent three men to walk on the lunar surface. Now a team of eight was soon
headed for the red planet. Entering the
outer office, his secretary beamed at him. "Guten morgen, Herr Doktor. Are
you excited? Just think of it, our Aryan astronauten on another planet." "Yes
Greta, truly a coup for "Oh,
Herr Doktor? There are two men waiting inside who wish to speak to you.
Reporters I imagine. I hope that's okay?" "That's
fine, Greta. Danke." Entering his
sanctum sanctorum, two men rose to greet him. They were identically dressed in
black suits, black leather trench coats and black fedoras. Had they not been
wearing the unofficial official uniform, he would still have recognized them for
what they were. Rose sat down
behind his massive mahogany desk. "How may I help you gentlemen," he
asked, the disdain evident in his voice. "You are
Doktor Helmut Wilhelm Rose? Director of the ZRS?" "I am.
What can I do for you? " The man
continued. "Herr Doktor...," he consulted a small notebook, "...
Rosenbaum? We have a few questions for you." The Gestapo
man smiled widely. A smile that never touched his piercing blue eyes. 2012-04-04 09:52:58 micheledutcher - I like this alternative history story a lot, but I guess the Hitler IV thing is throwing me. That's 80 years - and Rosenbaum (the guy who tracked down the nazis) wouldn't still be alive? Did Rosenbaum work with Werner Von? I wikied it, but still don't see it clearly. Thanks! Read more stories by this author ![]()
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