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Unlike the Americans he had condemned, stocky, double-chinned General Anton Dostler, 54, got a hearing. Before a U.S. military commission convened in Rome's Palace of Justice, the General said Ja, he had ordered the O.S.S. men shot. They wore no insignia, had turned their field jackets inside out. A Führerbefehl (order from Hitler) had decreed death for captured commandos and saboteurs. When junior officers protested, he countermanded his order, asked higher-ups what to do. Field Marshal General Albert Kesselring's headquarters said shoot the captives; after that, he had no alternative...
...herald a civic reception for a Channel swimmer or a Uruguayan pingpong champ, the News set out to bring Jimmy back. It hired teams of canvassers (at $10 a day apiece) to poll the city, promising its readers that the poll "will be conducted scientifically and impartially." Actually, no Ja vote in Hitler's Reich ever packed a more loaded question than the one the News launched its poll with: "If not Walker, who?" The citizenry of Manhattan, scientifically questioned by the News's pollsters, were decidedly for Walker...
...nicht ein schones Schwein?" cried the barmaid in the Nazi beer garden, when a pig fell into the beautiful blue Danube (which was muddy-brown) and floated on a board past the ancient German city of Regensburg. "Ja, das ist ein schönes Schwein!" wailed the hungry, war-worn customers. Even the portly mayor of Regensburg forgot his civic dignity, flopped on his belly, and lost his umbrella trying to hook the pig. "Swim after it, drag it ashore-and report to me!" roared Nazi Gauleiter Stoltz. But the pig was deaf to Hitlerism. It only stepped ashore...
June 28, 1518 was the name day of Pedro de Vargas in Jaén in Old Spain. It is also the opening date of one of the most torrid, non-stop adventure stories since Anthony Adverse. Captain from Castile begins with Pedro going to confession (he had slept through the Bishop's sermon, and kissed Catana Pérez). The book ends, 633 pages later, with Pedro's bride being prepared by her mother-in-law for the nuptial bed ("And breasts so haughty! . . . Such a figure, too; skin like marble. ... I don't wonder...
They looked so cold-were they comfortable? Nun ja, it was not nice. Too much noise in the hut. And the soup was too thin. But surely the camp authorities would arrange better quarters...