My Mom’s Last Story

My Mother went to her grave saying, “Hitler was a Good Man.  He was like Nixon.  He had bad advisors.”

Before I get into this it might be a good idea to read this post.

I’m not a Nazi, But My Mom Was

Mom told stories to me all my life.  I became a World War Two historian to prove she was a lying Bitch.

“Have another scotch Mom. Tell me another story”

One by one, I learned that she was telling the truth.  She was a farmer’s daughter living in Insterburg, East Prussia.

Insterburg
Insterburg, East Prussia

THE FIRST STORIES

She was very proud of Insterburg.  They had the first panzer division.  The first Stuka squadron.  The first SS division. Come on Mom, how could all these “firsts” happen in your farm village.  Well for one, Insterburg was a city of  41,230 people in 1933.  East Prussia was separated from Germany after World War One.  It was far from the prying eyes of the Versailles Treaty.  A perfect place for Hitler to covertly convert  glider clubs into Luftwaffe squadrons.  The first panzer units were formed there.  In fact the Panzer I was based on a  Soviet design.

THE HARD ONES TO PROVE

Hitler had the Bomb

Mom always said the German scientists made the first Atomic Bomb.  That the one dropped on Hiroshima was a German design.  In 1982, Mom was dying of cancer and had six months to live. She came to see me in Texas.  Through the booze and the drugs, she tried desperately tried to get through to me. One of the last things she told me was:

“Wherever you go.  Whatever you do.  Remember, Mein Hut hat Drie Ecke.” 

Sure Mom, your hat has three corners. Whatever.

This story put in the bullshit pile until Christmas 1998.  My good friend Andy knew I liked UFO’s and Nazis and gave me a book that combined the two.  The book was Reich of the Black Sun– Nazi Secret Weapons and The Cold War Allied Legend”.  Nazi UFO’s, yeah yeah. Whatever.  Nazi time machine, yeah, yeah.  Whatever.  Then I turned the page and my life changed.

Black Sun

What the Hell?

Not only that but it was tested in the Baltic Sea off of East Prussia.  Everyone in East Prussia had a story about how the sun came up one night.  Even my Oma (Grandmother), a staunch Weimar Republic woman had her own story. Have you ever wondered why the Americans tested the second bomb and not the first?  They already knew the first one worked.

All Our Ammunition was Sabotaged

When the Russians attacked Konigsberg they had to abandon the city.  Mom said that they had enough troops and enough guns to defend the city but all the ammunition was sabotaged.  I didn’t believe this one.  How can you sabotage train loads of ammunition.  But then I watched “Schindler’s List”.

Hitler Didn’t Die in Berlin

Mom used to go on drunken rants about Hitler surviving WW2. I dismissed it as wishful thinking. However, Mom was in Berlin in May of 1945 and the city was rive with rumors of Hitler’s escape. In the book, Grey Wolf-The Escape of Adolf Hitler; the book concerns the allegations by its makers that Adolf Hitler did not die in his Berlin bunker in 1945 but escaped, along with Eva Braun and several other Nazi officials, to Argentina and lived six miles east of Bariloche. Hitler’s escape was organized by Martin Bormann, who also fled to Argentina, and was aided and abetted by the Government of Juan Perón. Hitler died in Argentina alone, poor and mentally ill in 1962,[2] leaving behind a wife and at least one child.

While the claim is fantastic, to date there is no evidence that Hitler and Eva Braun died in the Berlin bunker or that their bodies were burned. The skull fragments and jaw that the Soviets claimed were of Hitler have been tested for DNA and turn out to be female. Today’s facial recognition software has proven that the guy handing out medals to the Hitler Youth was not Hitler but a body double.

MOM’S LAST STORY

Here we come to Mom’s Last Story.  The biggest whopper of them all.

The Holocaust was Allied Propaganda

This is NOT about Holocaust denial.  I know the Holocaust happened.  I did not understand what Mom was telling me.  From her perspective.  Just last year, I figured it out.  While researching Hitler’s stolen art, I came across a video explaining that the movies and pictures of the Holocaust were made by the Allies.  At General Eisenhower’s direct order.

This scene is completely accurate.  Faced with the dilemma of all these liberated prisoners in many different  countries, the Allies were swamped and did not have the resources to simply free the prisoners.  Along with the food issue many camps were infected with Typhus, Cholera, Dysentery and other deadly diseases that simple could not be allowed to escape.

After the war, the prisoners kept dying.  Eisenhower’s photographers took pictures as the bodies stacked up. Ike then published those pictures and said they were of Nazi origin.  That this is exactly what soldiers found when they liberated the camps. The logical thing to do was to reopen the ovens but that was forbidden.

Mom was right 90% of what is taught today is Allied propaganda.

Now look at these pictures and think of what you see.

Mass Grave
The Dead

The Allies dug mass graves and buried the dead.  Standard Operating Procedure.   I ask you to do what I did.  Go look at Holocaust pictures of the camps.  Try to see the difference of genuine Nazi pictures, what they did  and Post War Allied pictures.  Do not be deceived when you see German soldiers burying the dead.  That was work the German POW’s and civilians did.

“Holy Joe” Holy Shit!

Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.  Right?

B-29-20-BA Superfortress (s/n 42-63489) named “Holy Joe” was assigned to  the 881st Bomb Squadron, 500th Bomb Group, 20th Air Force based on Saipan.

On 18 FEB, 1945, with 1/Lt James M. Pearson in command and co-pilot 2/Lt Edward Porada they took of at 0647 HRs to bomb an aircraft factory in Tokyo Japan.  The trip to the target was met with moderate opposition of fighters and light flak. Coming off the bomb run and turning for home, things got hot.

“Seven fighters came at us in a head-on coordinated attack’ one after the other. Three 20-mm. shells hit the right inboard engine. One of them hit the oil tank, dumping all the oil for that engine, which immediately began running away, Overheated, it burst into flame. We dove steeply at more than 400 miles an hour straight at Tokyo Bay, dropping from over 25,000 feet to less than 12,000 in an effort to put out the fire and spin off the prop.

“The fire went out but the prop was still spinning and wouldn’t feather The engine caught fire again. We dove another 4000 feet and that did it. The prop whirled off all right, spinning at terrific speed. It slashed back into the fuselage, ripping a hole 10 feet long and two feet wide. We’d saved ourselves from a very awkward ditch job right in Tokyo’s front yard, but we were still in a rough spot.”

-1/Lt James M. Pearson, pilot

Pearson and  Porada nursed their crippled bomber home.  Reducing their air speed to 150 knots, it would become the longest mission of the War.  The B-29 “Mission to Albuquerque” Piloted by Major Robert Fitzgerald escorted them.  With the very real possibility of “Holy Joe” just falling apart, Fitzgerald stood close by to radio the ditch or bail out position if needed.

Maj. Fitzgerald and his co-pilot, Robert E. Copeland, were lost over Tokyo on March 16, 1945.

After 17 hours in the air, it was just after midnight when  Pearson and Porada lined up for a landing.

“After nearly 18 hours of flying, we came in sight of our base around midnight, a few hours overdue, Fitzgerald still aiding us. Can’t commend him enough. We were leery of our landing gears and the nature of our landing, made a beautiful approach and soft landing. We were just a short ways up the runway, still clipping it off, when something happened, due to lack of hydraulic pressure for brakes, I think . We ran off the strip, smashed into a truck, hit a cleat truck, turning if over, tore through an embankment and smashed into a parked B-29 (Z9) on its hard stand. I was standing up in the Radar room, got thrown clean up into the CFC (Central Fire Control) compartment, not missing anything and nothing missing me. Got out with banged up nose. Two other gunners in back with me didn’t get hurt either, nor the remainder of the crew in the front. Driver of the truck was seriously injured, cleat truck man was killed instantly. I’ll never know how the boys in the front got out, the nose was ripped off completely to the wings and twisted around, the fuselage battered on all directions, cowlings, landing gears and everything imaginable lying all over. The tail was at least 20-25 ft. in the air, the tunnel twisted, making it impossible to get thru. We had to wait for a rope to climb down. Z9 was knocked off its stand and into the embankment. It was also cut in two, the tail lying all over and the fuselage flattened By the time we got out, they were washing the blood away with a hose and a huge crowd had gathered. Our crew was intact, the pilot injured slightly and we got out of the scene immediately. Taken to the dispensary for slight treatment, received a double shot, wonderful stimulant, ate a meal and a very tired and jittery crew called it a day. Three planes out of the four in our formation, or rather element, will never fly again, but one of the crews will be back another day, less exciting, I hope.”

-S/Sgt Jack L. Heffner, Radar Operator

This isn’t a picture of “Holy Joe”, but it shows how her tail ended up 25 feet in the air.

 


S/Sgt Jack L Heffner received the Purple Heart and the entire crew received the Distinguished Flying Cross and a rest leave in Hawaii after this mission. S/Sgt Heffner flew 25 more missions after this one. Heffner says 1/Lt Pearson was as “cool and steady as a rock”. You can see Heffner with his broken nose in this next picture.