Word: norwegians
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Behind the fleeing Germans and Italians was a littered trail: ledgers, military manuals, permits for furloughs, letters from home; tins of Danish hams, Norwegian herring, Dutch sausages, French wines, Munich beer; trumpets, tubas, drums (to be used in Rommel's triumphal procession into Alexandria) ; women's underwear, silk stockings, cosmetics; brandy and champagne; arms, cannon, machinery, tanks; trucks trapped by sudden rains that had turned the marshlands around Buqbuq into seas of mud. Beside the coast road lay the German dead, grey faces hidden by the peaked caps of the Afrika Korps. Beside them lay their Italian allies...
...Gulbrand Lunde, Propaganda Minister and second in command of Vidkun Quisling's Government in Norway, Joseph Goebbels was a man to be admired. In mannerisms, gestures and work, the small, blue-eyed Norwegian tried to emulate his Nazi friend. First of the Quisling Cabinet to get a uniform, he copied his so closely from Goebbels' that in photographs it was hard to tell Lunde from Goebbels. Norwegians nicknamed Lunde "lille Goebbels," and knew him as a vain, ambitious, foolish man who had been an outstanding research chemist when he joined the Quisling Party...
Last week Norwegians heard their Propaganda Minister no longer. The last to see him were the villagers of Vage, a tiny hamlet on the Norwegian coast. In the dark of a Sunday evening, Lunde, with his wife and a district party leader, arrived in Vage to take the little ferryboat that went across the fjord to Andalsnes. The chauffeur drove the limousine out on the slip, got out and strolled aboard the ferry. An instant later, slip and ferry parted. The car teetered, plunged into the icy water...
...crest of a gigantic air bubble bobbed the head of the party leader. Lunde and his wife stayed down. The Norwegian skipper of the ferry dived into the fjord, came up gasping, dived again. But it was not until 7 o'clock the next morning that the bodies were hauled up with...
Herman managed to stuff into the rubber suit which he was wearing a 200,000-word manuscript about his life at sea, three cartons of cigarets and a box of 5? cigars. A small British vessel which picked up Herman and his mates was already crowded with U.S., Dutch, Norwegian and Russian survivors. Some of the Russian sailors were women; they valiantly tried to cheer...