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Deutscher Samen SS.  Chapter 4 "The Camp Fruchtbarer Boden"
   By Herman Klause Hauptmann.
   Warning Adults Only 5900 words
   From the Diary of Dr Karl Lutze
   "To those whose eyes are open all will be revealed"
   Somewhere in the Poltava region of the Ukraine, 3rd of October 1943.
   Its 6.00 am I awake and rise, throwing on the dressing gown Mathilda had
recently sent me from Berlin.  I look out over an idyllic landscape, it is
cold and crisp, mist hangs in the valley below and the smell of the pine
forest fills the air.  I move towards the fireplace where embers still
afford a little warmth, it reminds me of Christmas at home with my family
before the war.
   Fritz is already up and people are moving around the compound.  I smell
the coffee and the breakfast being prepared for me in the next room.  Such
little excursions from reality warm my heart; today will be another long
day and I am far from home.  Fritz knocks and enters with a naked beautiful
blue eyed young girl, fresh from the latest transports.  I sit on the edge
of the bed and open my dressing gown.  She has been given instructions but
still needs to be shown.  I take her small trembling hand in mine and place
it on my half erect cock, she leans forward and begins to suck in an
amateurish fashion.  She will perfect her technique before too long.  I
admire her porcelain complexion and fine golden blonde hair as her head
moves up and down in an effort to pleasure me. ....  I ejaculate into her
young mouth and she coughs and screws up her face, she will grow accustom
to the taste over time.  I call for Fritz and he leads her away.  It has
become somewhat of a ritual and something that I now feel I need before I
can begin the day.  I shower and put on my black uniform.
   I hear a familer knock on my door,..  "Kommen Sie herein".  One of my
staff brings my coffee and breakfast and sets it down on a small table in
front of a window overlooking the valley below.  Germany has been at war
for four long years.
   I am SS Obergruppenführer Dr Karl Lutze the commandant of the camp we
call Fruchtbarer Boden and there is work to do.
   6.30 am.  Roll call, I stand to attention while the entire camp
assembles on parade and is counted.  It seems to go on forever.  Out in the
open the temperature is bracing, many of the women have no shoes and stand
on the cold cobbled stones constantly moving their feet, Their uniform is
nothing but a cotton shift and some have draped their blankets over their
shoulders to help save them from the cold.
   They are suffering, I tell my men to hurry, none of us want to be out in
the cold for longer than is necessary.
   7.30 am.  Finally all are accounted for.  I take the salute and dismiss
the women ~ 2853 present, 1574 pregnant, 241 babies under 12 months, 123
women sick or unable to attend parade.
   7.45 am.  Meeting with SS Staff and Doktors regarding women's health,
medicines, bathing facilities, uniforms, shoes and blankets.  The women are
suffering, there is not enough medicine or warm clothes.  8.20 am.  Attempt
to catch up with my correspondence.  New mail from home is bought in and
set before me and I learn of my wife Mathilda's untimely death in Berlin.
It seems our apartment had taken a direct hit by allied bombers on the 28th
of September and her body was not discovered until three days later.
   We had spent many happy years together but since those times I had seen
much death and suffering.  It was little consolation but I knew that her
death would have been instant and without suffering.  I was grieved but
resolved to take the news stoically.  I could take solace that my two sons,
doing duty in the Hitler Jugend were not at home at the time.  Berlin was
becoming a dangerous place to live but life would go on.
   In these difficult times I would need my distractions to function
properly.
   9.00am It is time for the first of the mornings copulations, 27 women
are recorded as in ovulation and their names are read out over the camp's
loud speakers.  They are told to assemble in barracks 22.
   9.15am I arrive at the barracks to observe the procedure.  They are told
to shower and I watch them undress admiring their heavy breasts, and as
usual I feel myself becoming aroused.  They stare back with contempt in
their eyes turning their backs to me and trying to cover their sex with
their hands, but I will have none of that.
   I order that all women will display their vaginas, holding their labia
open for my inspection.
   This causes consternation and distress among the women much to my
satisfaction.  They stand in rows of six, some begin to sob, some stare at
the ground in bewilderment, I walk between them, occasionally stopping to
feel a woman's heavy breast or to grope a fleshy Vagina and attempt to
stimulate her clitoris.  By this time my cock has grown as hard as a piece
of wood and as usual, when I reach the last woman I make her knell before
me.
   I slowly unbutton my fly and my cock springs forth.  I take the woman's
hair in my hands and pull her towards me.  At the same time I give the
signal for the impregnations to commence.
   The six Deutscher Samen come out of a side room door and take the six
women from the first row and as I am being pleasured they start to
penetrate the women with their thick cocks.
   By the time they have ejeculated I too have emptied my testicials.  It
is a weakness of mine, but with so many women on hand it is hard to resist
taking a few liberties.  To take an anonymous naked woman from a group of
200 and put your sperm in her was completely natural under the
circumstances.
   I dont wait to see the last of the couplings but do up the buttons on my
uniform and satisfied, return to my office
   12.00 noon, Receive phone call that announces that three trucks
containing 162 women would arrive in approximately one hour.
   I immediately press the bell that rings throughout the camp and
announces the imminent arrival of transports.  All off duty SS guards rally
to their posts while others take up predetermined positions in two long
lines on both sides of the camps' main entrance.  At the same time Doktors,
nurses and staff are alerted and go to their stations.  Barracks are
readied, blankets and garments removed from stores and kitchen hands put to
work to prepare a meal for 150 plus hungry individuals.
   Soon I hear the familiar sound of laboring truck engines as the three
transports pulled to a halt outside the camp compound.
   With a flurry of excitement my officers rush to check their
documentation and cargos ensuring all are correct before signing their
acceptance and signaling that the gates be opened.
   Again the engines spring to life.  The trucks lurch forward moving past
the gates and inside the compound before pulling to a halt on the parade
ground one after another the engines shut down.  Their journey is over.
   Two guards run to the rear of each of the trucks and begin to raise the
canvas covers and lower the backboards.  "Sieht so aus, als haetten wir ein
Paar Schoenheiten mit grossen Titten frisch aus Kiev." I hear them say.  To
the sounds of "schnell, schnell" the startled women and girls began
adjusting their eyes to the bright sunlight and are ordered to jump from
the back of the trucks.
   I supervise the unloading myself and notice many fine looking big
breasted women.  Our guards continued to push and pull them into order as
few understand the German language.
   After a short time they are roughly arranged in several lines on the
parade ground before I addressed them with the help of a loud speaker and a
translator.
   "Attention, attention attention, all will pay attention!!" "My name is
Dr Karl Lutze and I am the commandant of this camp we call Fruchtbarer
Boden.  It is my pleasure to welcome you all and to tell you how lucky you
are to be here, away from the death and destruction of war and out of harms
way.
   You are also all very fortunate and special women as you have been
chosen to become German citizens and mothers.  You will no longer have to
worry about food or danger.  Here you will have a privileged life and come
under the protection of the Fuhrer and the Third Reich.  But note me well,
there will be rewards for those who co-operate and punishments for those
who do not.  You will now collect what belongings you may have and continue
into the reception hall where you will deposit your articles with one of
our clerks and proceed to the registration desk.  Once your registration is
complete your duties will be allocated and those not required immediately
will proceed to the community-dining hall where you will all be given a
hearty meal, after which you will be shown to the showers and then to your
beds for a well earned rest.  Future Mothers of Germany I salute you.  Heil
Hitler!"
   Whispered exchanges take place among the women, some begin to reassure
each other while others begin to quietly sob.  Again the guards roughly
push and pull them into position and motion them forward forming them into
two lines to enter the Reception hall.  Some wear cotton peasant smocks and
boots, and are mainly farm women, others I recognise by their more
sophisticated modern dress and shoes have obviously come from the recently
captured towns.
   Some who had had a little time to prepare for their journey carried
suitcases or back satchels others had nothing except what they stood up in
and most had not been feed for two days and were starving!
   Once they were all inside the hall I ordered that all women must undress
immediately.
   This always caused a little excitement but my men stood by with long
thin bamboo canes ready to beat those women around the legs who did not
comply quickly enough.
   As usual it was an effective deterrent, five of six were caned around
the calves as an example and the rest quickly complied.  A steady pile of
clothes, skirts, dresses, bras, pants, coats and shoes began to grow in the
centre of the room.
   Soon all the women and girls were completely naked and stand in line and
as usual they press their thighs together and cover their breasts and
privates with their hands.  Strangely enough naked woman are far easier to
control and far more likely to follow orders without question than one
clothed!  Although the sight of naked women is no longer a novelty, there
is something strangely erotic to watch women undress in public for the
first time.  Looking like frightened deer they cluster in small groups but
are eventually moved forward one by one and take their turn at the desk.
   Their names, age, family background, previous children if any and their
last date of menstruation was documented and recorded.  They were measured
weighed and specific calculations taken to confirm the extent of their
Aryan heritage.  Finally they were required to bend over and place both
palms flat on the desk and spread their legs while one of our Doktors
inspected their vaginas from the rear, opening their orifices, measuring
their openings and taking particular note as to the prominence and the
thickness of the woman's labia, all strong Germanic and Nordic traits. 
Nothing was overlooked and no privacy was allowed.  These women would now
be the collective ownership of the Third Reich and must become accustomed
to being handled in such a manner as soon as possible.
   It was explained to them bluntly that they would soon be mated with one
of our Deutscher Samen, a specially chosen elite German male and that the
examination was to ensure they were healthy and ready to be inseminated. 
The brood produced from the bonding would be assured of a privileged
education and social position throughout their lives.
   A small percentage were accompanied by their daughters, they were
allowed to choose to precede independent or to have them accompany them.
   Those currently ovulating were quickly sorted and ushered into an
adjacent room where our men waited to impregnate them immediately.  Others
were given a simple but especially designed article of clothing, it was a
simple white tabard style garment that wrapped and tied under the breast,
no underwear was allowed.  Fertile women were kept completely naked for
three days so as to be accessible and easily identified from those who were
not.  Inside the impregnation room one of our Doktors called out six names
from the list we had just compiled and those women were bought forward
naked on to the low stage while our nurses immediately went about their
duties helping them fit their feet into the especially designed 'shoes' and
securing their wrists and within less then two minutes all six were ready
for impregnation.
   A button was then pressed to signal to the Deutscher Samen that their
talents were required.  As the six men strode in already naked with their
huge cocks erect the women would panic and cry out.  They quickly mounted
the stage and with a little probing inserted their cocks slowly into their
allotted partners and with little further ceremony began to grip the
women's waists and rut the six women as hard and as quickly as they could.
   Some struggled against their bindings, some accepted their fate
passively, many screamed, some cried through out the whole process but all
to no effect, in less than ten minutes it was all over.  The men withdrew,
gave the salute and returned to their room in preparation for the next
session.  Before releasing their bindings a nurse would part the folds of
the woman's labia to check that a generous amount of sperm had been
deposited.  Once confirmed the women were lead away to the dining hall for
sustenance and then to their shower and beds for sleep and "recovery".
   Immediately after this impregnation six more women would take their
place on the stage and so and so on, this procedure went on for hour after
hour until my men could no longer produce sufficient sperm to continue.
   A rest period of four hours was usual under these circumstances followed
by a hearty meal of broth, bread and sausage, then back to work.
   It was 5.00 pm when I was called to our communication room for an
important phone call.  The Reichfuhrer was on the line.  I hurried to take
the call my men saluting as I entered the room.  His manner was brisk and
business like and perhaps a little anxious.  He told me he would be
visiting the front and would be in the Ukrainian city of `Nikolaiev' on the
10th.
   He requested my attendance as he had, 'some extremely sensitive issues
to discuss" which could not be trusted to phone or messenger!  I passed
control of the camp to SS Sturmbannführer Fredrick Schneider and made ready
for the journey that would take approximately five hours.  I took the
armoured Mercedes and a couple of Motorcycle sidecar outriders as
bodyguards and arrived at the Reichfuhrer's Headquarters on the City's
outskirts deep in a pine forest.  It began to snow it was 5.00 am on the
12th of October 1943.  Accompanied by two personal bodyguards I passed
through two cordons of barbed wire and SS Security Guards before being
ushered along a trench that lead to a camouflaged concrete bunker.  My
guards were asked to wait outside and I was ushered into the Bunker proper.
   I meet Reichskommissar Erich Koch and SS General Walter Model in the
foyer; they had just come out of a meeting with the Reichfuhrer and looked
tired and stressed.
   Although I very much wanted to discuss the current situation with them I
barely had time to exchange pleasantries before I was announced and led
into another room where to my surprise I meet with the Reichfuhrer's head
of intelligence Brigadeführer Walther Schellenberg, SS-General Richard
Hildebrandt and SS-Gruppenführer Otto Ohlendorf.
   The Reichsfuhrer entered from an anti-chamber and looked rather grey and
anxious, a different man from the confident, calm and calculating one I
remembered back in Berlin.  We all moved into a private room where he
strangely dismissed the guards outside his door and locked it from the
inside, only then did he take us into his confidence.  Spread out on his
desk were the most recent maps of Operation Citadel, the battle for the
Kurst salient.  I was already familiar with the battle plans but not the
overall situation.  He described different aspects of the battle but the
red and black arrows told the story.  Our army was in danger of being
overwhelmed and clearly in trouble.  Our situation was far worse than I had
ever expected; however the Reichfuhrer was making plans for the future.
   He confided in us and refereed to us as "the few people he could trust".
It was his personal opinion that the weight of carrying the sole
responsibility for the war was beginning to tell on the Fuhrer.  He
believed that he was seriously ill and on the brink of having a nervous
break down and he openly questioned his ability to continue to lead the
nation effectively to victory.  It was a startling revelation but I did not
doubt the Reichfuhrer, he was in constant communication with the Fuhrer and
had the opportunity to judge him at close quarters.  I was told it was
obvious to those who saw him every day (as he did himself) and that
something would have to be done soon as he was growing more irrational
every day.
   He expected that eventually the Fuhrer would have to stand down as Party
Leader as he doubted that any of the Allies would deal with him and a
ceasefire was essential with the West if we were going to have any chance
against the Soviets.  He also mentioned the meeting he had just had with
SS-General Model who had spoken frankly regarding the Army's current
position in and around Kursk.  The German army had failed to reach their
objectives and was being ground to a halt in a massive tank battles against
strongly fortified Soviet defenses.  He had reported that on July 10 th
Großdeutschland Division, which had began the battle with 118 tanks
reported on the 15th that it had just 3 Tigers, 6 Panthers, and 11 Pzkw-III
and Pzkw-IV tanks operational.  The German flank was now unprotected and
the Soviet 7th Guards Army had stalled the advance of General Kempf's
divisions.
   A very dangerous situation.
   Although we had advanced across the Donets River with the II SS Panzer
Corps an intense battle was in progress and the outcome looked bleak.  The
Reichfuhrer explained that if we did not manage to salvage the situation,
there would be little German reserves available to stop a general Soviet
advance.
   The Reichfuhrer ordered his Security Chief Walter Schellenberg to Norway
to immediately use all his resources to make contact with the neutral
governments in the West with the view to the opening of negotiations with
the English.  I was also to follow and to work with Schellenberg using my
previous good relations and personal contacts with foreign embassies to
facilitate a cease-fire or as a last resort a surrender, but with the best
possible terms we could manage.  Even if it meant the Fuhrer and a number
of his closest aids and generals being arrested, so be it.
   He proposed concluding a tacit agreement with the Allies and letting
them advance as far as the river Elbe, where they should call a halt and
act to cover Germany's rear so that the struggle against the East could
continue.  The Reichfuhrer offered himself as the leader best placed to
form a new government.  Alternatively if nothing was done and we failed to
defeat the Russians in the current battle they would be able to take the
offensive leaving us vulnerable to an Allied strike in the West and a war
on both fronts.
   I trusted the Reichsfuhrer enough to know he would never betray the
Fuhrer or our Fatherland but that also we were in a state of total war and
sometimes hard decisions had to be made for the future of Germany, which
all present believed was greater than the loyalty owed to any one man.
   This I understood well.
   We would need some men in powerful positions we could trust if we were
to propose a new Government.  As Cabinet Ministers the Reichfuhrer put
forward the names of the two men present, Reich Security Chief
Brigadeführer Walter Schellenberg and SS-Gruppenführer Otto Ohlendorf, and
suggested myself as Foreign minister, he also proposed SS-General Richard
Hildebrandt who I did not know so well.  However I had been very good
friends with Otto Ohlendorf for many years and knew him as an incorruptible
man of honour.
   The one other person I would feel completely comfortable with was SS
Obergruppenführer Felix Steiner, the Reichfuhrer concurred and he was added
to the list.  Otto suggested and it was endorsed by all present that he
should pen a letter immediately containing our proposals to be delivered to
the Allied commander Field Marshall Montgomery, if at all possible.
   Although it seemed of little importance in the greater scheme of things
I felt compelled to raise the subject of the Deutscher Samen and the
"Fruchtbarer Boden" camp.  Again the Reichfuhrer expanded on his concepts
of the future of the Fatherland.  With a peace with the West concluded he
saw the war in the east continuing for approximately another five years,
well into the 1950's and we could not expect victory until some of our new
V2 rocket weapons could be bought into mass production.
   "Wer die Jugend hat, hat die Zukunft" to replenish the population would
be more necessary than ever and the Aryan breeding program must be stepped
up and expanded.
   He had five new camps already in the planning stages and one hundred new
Deutscher Samen currently in training.
   However due to the Soviet threat our current camp would by necessity
have to be removed to Norway for safety and all future camps would be now
be located in either Germany or Norway.
   Again, regarding the war the Reichfuhrer argued that reality gave us no
choice.  If we, (those present) took the initiative now we might forestall
a catastrophe and snatch victory from the jaws of certain defeat.
   All agreed it was a solid irrefutable argument; there was little time to
loose.  We must act immediately to take advantage of the still confused
situation on the Soviet front, for as we all understood negotiations are
best done from a position of strength, however all must be kept secret
until the situation clarified or our discussions may be taken out of
context and viewed as disloyalty.  Finally I was given a secret code
encryption device called the enigma and the code for certain names to
contact in event of communication breakdown or if the Reichfuhrer was
killed or unable to perform his duties.  Stunned and amazed by the meeting
that had just taken place I took the salute and promised to double my
efforts in every regard.
   I shook hands with all three, we pledged our loyalty to the Fatherland
and to the Reichfuhrer and to the Fuhrer.  I left the bunker without
further ado.
   Five hours later I was back at the Fruchtbarer Boden camp, it was hard
to even imagine that there was a war in progress.
   Everything was calm, the weather was cold but the sunshine was bright
and clear, the women went about their everyday duties as if they had been
doing it all their lives.
   There was much to consider and plan and much work to do.  I immediately
called for a situation report and discovered that a new transport was
expected the very next day.  I retired to my quarters for contemplation and
a much needed rest.  The next day another seventy-two women arrived with
the usually procedures.  However with my new knowledge came added
responsibilities.  I called my Deutscher Samen together and explained that
far too many women were failing to become pregnant during their most
fertile periods and I instructed them that henceforth this matter would be
monitored closely.  On average new fertile arrivals were currently being
serviced just twice over three days.
   It would be increased from between seven to nine times, on average at
least twice per day.  Although this would create a backlog it should also
increase the rate of successful impregnations.
   Immediately after breakfast the next morning the Deutscher Samen entered
the dining area seeking out those women who were naked and consequently
fertile, most had only first experienced the Deutscher Samen the night
before and were somewhat in shock at this new invasion.  They were taken
again, this time unrestrained for convenience at table in the dining hall
in full view of all the other women.  It was a new idea but the sooner the
women got used to being always available the better.  They were taken twice
more on that day and three times the day following.  Over two days and one
night these women had received the contents of our men's testicles seven
times and although they were not yet enjoying the experience they were
already becoming accustomed to the process, presenting their now red and
swollen vaginas on demand and allowing the Deutscher Samen access with
little argument.  On the 15th of July I received another phone call from
the Reichsfuhrer, Walther Schellenberg was in Oslo and my presence would
soon be required to help negotiate with the Swedish diplomat Count Folke
Bernadotte.
   I promised to begin preparation for the evacuation of the Camp as soon
as was practicable and would wait on his summons.
   From that day on there was no rest for my men or for the women, every
waking hour I made sure that a woman was being serviced and I made it clear
that I expected that at least one confirmed pregnancy would be announced
each day!  On the 25th of July I received the call from Schellenberg, he
had made contact with Count Folke Bernadotte and had arranged a plane for
me to travel to Oslo.  I was already prepared and had my adjutant SS
Untersturmführer Fritz Vanken drive me to the airport with a small heavily
armed motorcycle bodyguard.
   I boarded and six hours later touched down at Oslo on the 26th where I
was met by Walther Schellenberg the Norwegian Reichskommissar Josef
Terboven and SS Obergruppenführer Wilhelm Rediess.  Schellenberg and I
would continue on to Stockholm by plane that very afternoon, on arrival we
were met by the Swedish Foreign Minister Rolf Witting.  He was full of
apologies, for apparently there was now a problem and the Count although
promising to do his best on our behalf now refused a face-to-face
encounter. Angry, disappointed and empty handed we returned to Oslo. 
However I believed all was not lost, channels had been opened and I
remained optimistic that we would be summoned again soon.
   The next day together with SS Brigadeführer Walther Schellenberg and SS
Obergruppenführer Wilhelm Rediess I inspected the building that would be
the replacement for Camp Fruchtbarer Boden.
   It was a large four story brick and sandstone building that had
previously functioned as a sanatorium, and as such already had many
conveniences we would require.  I spent some time discussing our successes
at Futcher Boden with Wilhelm Wediess and to my surprise discovered that he
had had been experimenting with a pilot breeding scheme himself, here in
Oslo.  We decided that we would combine our knowledge and our women and
that he would take command of the new facility until I could evacuate all
of the women from Fruchtbarer Boden.  We also discussed a name and settled
on "Das Deutsche Institut der Mütter für das Vaterland."
   I was invited back to his hotel where he offered me accommodation.  He
had taken over two entire floors and assured me that he had twenty or so of
the most beautiful young women Oslo had to offer permanently housed on the
floor below, six were already pregnant and he told me that it was his
intention to fertilize them all.
   On my arrival he enthusiastically took me on a tour of the lower floor
to inspect the young girls.  He did not exaggerate; they were some of the
most beautiful young, flaxen haired Aryan girls I had ever set my eyes on.
Six of which already had swollen bellies, unfortunately I also noticed that
nine of them were chained to their beds and showed evidence of recent
bruising to their breasts and buttocks.  I enquired as to their injuries
and was told that some had not been cooperative and he had used a modified
electric cattle prod as an "incentive".
   The women were certainly cowered and had perhaps suffered psychological
damage.  I told him that I did not agree with such drastic measures and
that the Reichfuhrer had issued a directive as to how these women were to
be treated.  Our friendship was decidedly cooler after this exchange,
thankfully I out ranked him and had the support of the Reichfuhrer Heinrich
Himmler, even so this man with his close friendship with the Norwegian
Reichskommissar Josef Terboven could make trouble.
   I would have to tread carefully.  I spent the week organizing staff and
the equipment we would need before taking the plane once more back to
Nikolaiev and then the long drive back to Fruchtbarer Boden.  I called for
a situation report on arrival and as I had already been warned discovered
that despite the propaganda the truth of the matter was that our battle for
Kurst had been lost.  It was a devastating blow and one that without a
settlement with the Western powers could only end in Germany's defeat.  I
enquired immediately if we had any reply to our peace feelers towards the
West via General Montgomery and disappointingly on this front too, all was
silent.
   I steeled myself for the unthinkable and began plans for our immediate
evacuation.  The most attractive young pregnant Aryan females, perhaps no
more than one hundred we would arrange to have evacuated by air to Oslo. 
But civilian aircraft were in short supply and needed desperately for the
war effort, everyone else would have to be evacuated by vehicle overland.
It would be a difficult path for already the Russians had begun their
expected counter attack.  I began burning files and making preparations for
the first convoy of ten trucks with supplies for five days.  The most
heavily pregnant would be the first to depart.
   To be continued.
   Footnote.
   My good friend Heinrich Himmler despite his unquestionable valour and
leadership as the Reichfuhrer and his valiant effort to seek a peaceful
solution with the West in 1944, was arrested on 22 May1945 and scheduled to
stand trial with other German leaders at Nuremberg.  Unable to face
Germany's humiliation he committed suicide before they could begin his
interrogation by swallowing a potassium cyanide capsule.  He died in
Lüneburg Lower Saxony.
   Walther Schellenberg was arrested in Denmark in June 1945.  Although he
was instrumental in persuading Heinrich Himmler to seek an agreement with
the West, at the 1949 Ministries Trial he was sentenced to six years'
imprisonment, during which time he wrote his memoirs in a book entitled The
Labyrinth.  He was released in 1951 on grounds of ill health and moved to
Switzerland before settling in Verbania Pallanza, Italy.  The following
year the unlucky man died of cancer in Turin.
   SS-Gruppenführer Otto Ohlendorf surrendered to the British Authorities
in Flensburg 23rd May 1945.  As deputy secretary of state in the
Reichsministerium für Wirtschaft (Reichs-Ministry for Economics).  He
coordinated plans to rebuild the German economy after the war, a war he and
others believed to be lost.  The United States of America vs.  Otto
Ohlendorf, was the ninth of the twelve trials for war crimes the U.S. 
authorities held in their occupation zone in Germany in Nuremberg after
World War II.  These twelve trials were all held before U.S.  military
courts, not before the International Military Tribunal and collectively are
known as the "Subsequent Nuremberg Trials".
   Otto Ohlendorf's reliable and precise testimony was attributed to his
love of order and distaste for corruption.  Heinrich Himmler had pointed
out to the reluctant SS and Army leaders and men who were to take part in
the liquidations that they bore no personal responsibility for the
execution of the order.  The responsibility was to be his and that of the
Führer's.  Otto Ohlendorf and many others were thus following executive
orders, which to disobey would have been considered treason.  Despite the
filing of many petitions for leniency, he was sentenced to death and hanged
on June 7, 1951.
   Of course, I along with Natalya as my new wife and with our new
identities, slipped out of Germany on the Ship .........  bound for Buenos
Aires Argentina in December 1951.  For a short time we had a comfortable
life and ran a small unobtrusive Chemist shop in a Buenos Aires suburb
until June 1957, when I was warned through my Odessa contacts that the CIA
and Mossad the Jewish secret service were finally investigating the role of
the Deutscher Samen.  From that time on life became more difficult.  The
Jews were on my trail.  I escaped the first such encounter by literally
leaving through the back door as they came in the front.  Leaving our home,
shop and contents, Natalya and I had to take what cash and valuables we had
on hand and flee.  cThankfully I still had my contacts with Odessa and a up
country safe house and new identity was quickly provided.
   More of our escape in another episode.
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