Hitler's rethinking
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Third German Reich
October 7, 1938
Berghof
Ah, the Alps, a true wonder and honey for the eyes. This view soothes the soul and allows you to enjoy life. The highest mountains in Europe are one of a kind. Hitler knew this well, which is why he had his personal residence here.
He sat alone in his chair, set up on the terrace. He sat and contemplated all that had happened over the past weeks. Next to him on the table were newspapers, reports and letters from subordinates, but none of them were currently in or around the residence.
He wanted to be alone, to think over the Polish ultimatum. Fortunately, they did not give a deadline in which to give an answer. Cunning beasts, they pretend that it's a simple proposal and that it's discussable. In practice, he knows full well that either he will accept it in full or they will force him to accept it in full. Come back, it is Germany that is being forced. He Poland is not needed for anything.
Hardly surprising, after all, for the Poles is a monster to kill. Six million Poles were killed, and these cockroaches not only survived but moved the border westward and are now much richer and therefore more powerful than Germany. Moreover, unlike France or England, they are not afraid of war and threaten him that as soon as he moves on Czechoslovakia, he will have war at once.
Damn, so little was missing and those Poles must have ruined everything. Thought Hitler while gazing at the mountains opposite. He didn't know much, but what he did know was disturbing. War with Poland, he once thought, was a formality. Now, he wasn't so sure.
He remembered like it was yesterday, the day Ribbentrop returned from a three-day tour of Poland. He brought back lots of photos, news and just that damn ultimatum.
Ribbentrop was then unusually quiet, saying only that the Poles had a proposal. Hitler felt that the minister had experienced some kind of transformation. So he opened the envelope the diplomat handed him and read its contents.
The first time he thought it was some kind of eggs, so he read it a second time, and then a third and fourth. When he was convinced that he could see well, he took a deep breath in before slowly exhaling after which he banged his hand on the table.
"Do you know what the hell that means? This is some bullshit, these fucking moronic, Slavic pigs think they can dictate terms to me!"
"Mein Fuhrer! Please calm down!" cried Ribbentrop "It's not what you think!"
"It is not as I think?" mocked Hitler "Then how is it, chestnut one?"
"This..." began Ribbentrop searching for words, "is an offer to arrange relations peacefully. The Polish leaders, have made it very clear to me that this is the kindest and gentlest one they have to make to the Germans."
"Kindest? Most gracious!"? After all, it's impudence, to demand that another country change its policy because another country orders it! On what grounds do you make such a claim?"
"From the fact that they showed me what happened without them going back in time, how painful it is for them to this day, despite the passage of 80 years since those events. I will say bluntly mein Fuhrer, only the fact that they are held in check by Catholic morality makes them want to communicate with us. Otherwise, they would have exterminated all of Germany without hesitation, without asking if they could." Ribbetrop explained.
"Show." ordered Hitler, wanting to know what they wanted to kill them for. Well, and he showed, he showed the nightmare, he showed the defeat, he showed everything the Poles had experienced in the next fifty years. He saw Warsaw burning and destroyed, he saw Poles executed, Polish possessions looted and the ultimate end of the entire Nazi party and the Thousand Year Reich. Moreover, he saw modern Poland, its army, its wealth and, above all, the memory of what happened.
Indeed, it was the kindest offer they could make to those who had been the executioners of their ancestors. Hitler did not know what he would do if the situation were reversed, but he knew one thing. The desire to inflict harm on the oppressors would be immense.
But that's not what bothered most, but the fact that they are from the future. A future in which Nazism is dead, Germany is even smaller than it was. But the worst part was that these guys know him very well, they know he's bluffing, they know he's pushing for war, they know what the state of the Reich really looks like. And they also have the power to use this knowledge.
What to do here? What to do here? That was the question he was facing. To accept this proposal is to agree to capitulate and squander the chance to be number one. Rejecting it, on the other hand, would bring additional destruction, death and defeat. Moreover, one visit to them, broke Ribbentrop. From a warmonger, he turned into a dove of peace. He advised against the march on Prague, "It's suicide!" he said every time someone mentioned it.
And isn't accepting this ultimatum suicidal? After all, the Poles blatantly said that they would interfere in German internal affairs. Hitler felt it in his bones, this proposal is just bait, as soon as they eat it Poland will tell them to do something else, and more and so on until they take full control of the Reich.
He clicked his tongue, unsatisfied. He is trapped, what should he do?
Then he heard noises from inside his residence, after a while his maid came in. "Mein Fuhrer, some visitor to see you. He says it's a very important and urgent matter."
Hitler turned slightly just to look at her, a young, dark-haired woman. Checked from top to bottom by his security guards whether she should definitely fulfill this role. They found nothing against her, and at the same time she proved trustworthy.
"Let him come in." Replied Hitler, he decided that for the time being he would not think of anything. The woman nodded and went to fetch her visitor. He waited a moment before she returned. "Mein Fuhrer, here he is."
Hitler turned around again and was amazed to see the visitor. The man only smiled mysteriously. "Mr. Hitler, I see that you are in trouble. My country can help you get out of them. Would you like to listen?"
Hitler wanted.
October 7, 1938
Berghof
Ah, the Alps, a true wonder and honey for the eyes. This view soothes the soul and allows you to enjoy life. The highest mountains in Europe are one of a kind. Hitler knew this well, which is why he had his personal residence here.
He sat alone in his chair, set up on the terrace. He sat and contemplated all that had happened over the past weeks. Next to him on the table were newspapers, reports and letters from subordinates, but none of them were currently in or around the residence.
He wanted to be alone, to think over the Polish ultimatum. Fortunately, they did not give a deadline in which to give an answer. Cunning beasts, they pretend that it's a simple proposal and that it's discussable. In practice, he knows full well that either he will accept it in full or they will force him to accept it in full. Come back, it is Germany that is being forced. He Poland is not needed for anything.
Hardly surprising, after all, for the Poles is a monster to kill. Six million Poles were killed, and these cockroaches not only survived but moved the border westward and are now much richer and therefore more powerful than Germany. Moreover, unlike France or England, they are not afraid of war and threaten him that as soon as he moves on Czechoslovakia, he will have war at once.
Damn, so little was missing and those Poles must have ruined everything. Thought Hitler while gazing at the mountains opposite. He didn't know much, but what he did know was disturbing. War with Poland, he once thought, was a formality. Now, he wasn't so sure.
He remembered like it was yesterday, the day Ribbentrop returned from a three-day tour of Poland. He brought back lots of photos, news and just that damn ultimatum.
Ribbentrop was then unusually quiet, saying only that the Poles had a proposal. Hitler felt that the minister had experienced some kind of transformation. So he opened the envelope the diplomat handed him and read its contents.
The first time he thought it was some kind of eggs, so he read it a second time, and then a third and fourth. When he was convinced that he could see well, he took a deep breath in before slowly exhaling after which he banged his hand on the table.
"Do you know what the hell that means? This is some bullshit, these fucking moronic, Slavic pigs think they can dictate terms to me!"
"Mein Fuhrer! Please calm down!" cried Ribbentrop "It's not what you think!"
"It is not as I think?" mocked Hitler "Then how is it, chestnut one?"
"This..." began Ribbentrop searching for words, "is an offer to arrange relations peacefully. The Polish leaders, have made it very clear to me that this is the kindest and gentlest one they have to make to the Germans."
"Kindest? Most gracious!"? After all, it's impudence, to demand that another country change its policy because another country orders it! On what grounds do you make such a claim?"
"From the fact that they showed me what happened without them going back in time, how painful it is for them to this day, despite the passage of 80 years since those events. I will say bluntly mein Fuhrer, only the fact that they are held in check by Catholic morality makes them want to communicate with us. Otherwise, they would have exterminated all of Germany without hesitation, without asking if they could." Ribbetrop explained.
"Show." ordered Hitler, wanting to know what they wanted to kill them for. Well, and he showed, he showed the nightmare, he showed the defeat, he showed everything the Poles had experienced in the next fifty years. He saw Warsaw burning and destroyed, he saw Poles executed, Polish possessions looted and the ultimate end of the entire Nazi party and the Thousand Year Reich. Moreover, he saw modern Poland, its army, its wealth and, above all, the memory of what happened.
Indeed, it was the kindest offer they could make to those who had been the executioners of their ancestors. Hitler did not know what he would do if the situation were reversed, but he knew one thing. The desire to inflict harm on the oppressors would be immense.
But that's not what bothered most, but the fact that they are from the future. A future in which Nazism is dead, Germany is even smaller than it was. But the worst part was that these guys know him very well, they know he's bluffing, they know he's pushing for war, they know what the state of the Reich really looks like. And they also have the power to use this knowledge.
What to do here? What to do here? That was the question he was facing. To accept this proposal is to agree to capitulate and squander the chance to be number one. Rejecting it, on the other hand, would bring additional destruction, death and defeat. Moreover, one visit to them, broke Ribbentrop. From a warmonger, he turned into a dove of peace. He advised against the march on Prague, "It's suicide!" he said every time someone mentioned it.
And isn't accepting this ultimatum suicidal? After all, the Poles blatantly said that they would interfere in German internal affairs. Hitler felt it in his bones, this proposal is just bait, as soon as they eat it Poland will tell them to do something else, and more and so on until they take full control of the Reich.
He clicked his tongue, unsatisfied. He is trapped, what should he do?
Then he heard noises from inside his residence, after a while his maid came in. "Mein Fuhrer, some visitor to see you. He says it's a very important and urgent matter."
Hitler turned slightly just to look at her, a young, dark-haired woman. Checked from top to bottom by his security guards whether she should definitely fulfill this role. They found nothing against her, and at the same time she proved trustworthy.
"Let him come in." Replied Hitler, he decided that for the time being he would not think of anything. The woman nodded and went to fetch her visitor. He waited a moment before she returned. "Mein Fuhrer, here he is."
Hitler turned around again and was amazed to see the visitor. The man only smiled mysteriously. "Mr. Hitler, I see that you are in trouble. My country can help you get out of them. Would you like to listen?"
Hitler wanted.