corporal stood in shock.
Koch walked up next to him with the platoon sergeant and looked into the room.
“What is this shit?” the sergeant said.
“Deutch,” the lieutenant whispered.
Seamlessly, the paratrooper slipped back into perfect German. “They do this to their own children, and a general?”
“Secure this room and bring me the soldier who fainted.”
Terrified by their very presence, the orderly’s bladder involuntarily voided as he was led into the lounge. Koch grabbed him and pushed him next to the carnage.
“Was ist das?”
“I do not know, Herr Leutnant.”
“Nein! Quite obviously you do!” he snapped in German, causing the orderly to jump in fear. Weeping he looked away.
Koch grabbed his face and forced him to look. “Who knows of this? Your commanding officer?”
“No one,” he sobbed. “I was the field marshall’s orderly. I was too afraid to show anyone else.”
“Sit.” He pushed the orderly into a chair and turned to his men, continuing to issue orders in German. “No one in or out.” Koch went back into the main terminal where the other two Germans were. He looked hard at them, and while it was clear they did not know about the murdered family, they were just as terrified of the SS.
“This is now an SS airfield, classified secret. Report your names, and then get out of my sight. Know that once you leave here, if anything you’ve seen tonight is revealed, you will be tortured and summarily executed. Understood?”
They each barked out their names and then scurried out of the building without even picking up their hats. Koch’s other corporal had converged at the gate with the perimeter group. He gave the troops there the same speech adding loud enough for all of the refugees to hear that anyone still in sight after twenty minutes would be shot. No one was in sight after ten.
After watching them leave, Koch went back into the terminal and into the operations office. Again checking his watch he flipped on the runway lights. JT had already configured the C-47 for landing and was in a position to land quickly. Koch flipped the lights back off as the aircraft slowed to taxi speed. He then turned on the hangar lights, and as the C-47 got close, he extinguished them again to prevent the American aircraft from being illuminated. Inside the hangar, two lit wands directed the Skytrain to a stop while the doors closed behind. Koch met Spike at the aircraft door.
“We have a complication.”
Spike stood silently at the door of the senior officer’s lounge. Koch nodded to the sobbing orderly huddled in the corner.
“Shiest.” Spike drew in a breath and waved Koch to a corner of the main terminal. “The orderly is the only one who saw this Herr Leutnant?”
“Jawohl.” Spike leaned close and whispered in English. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, he’s scared shitless.” Koch waited as Spike stood in deep thought, analyzing risk versus gain. Finally, Spike looked Koch in the eyes.
“We go as planned.”
CHAPTER 6
04:42 Local, 7 May, 1945 (02:42 GMT, 7MAY)
French West Africa
So many stars filled the observation canopy that the navigator could pick and choose his favorites. After plotting their position on his chart, he glanced up to see the general checking his work.
“Herr General, will we have a second destination?”
Wolf ignored him, instead asking, “Will we be clear of the Allied fighter threat by daylight?”
“Jawohl, Herr General.” Satisfied, Wolf turned and walked away without another word.
05:13 Local, 7 May, 1945 (03:13 GMT, 7MAY)
Ohrdruf Airfield, Germany
Spike, Koch, and Colonel Gerhardt stood in a corner talking quietly. Spike nodded toward the secured lounge and then asked Gerhardt, “Any idea, Colonel?”
Gerhardt glanced back over his shoulder and shuddered. “I suspect the SS caught him fleeing and executed him.”
“And the children?” Not wanting to answer, Gerhardt finally did without