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Entry Two: The Cripple and The Bolshevik
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Claus von Stauffenburg, attempted assassin of Nazi Fuhrer Adolf Hitler
Entry Two: The Cripple and the Bolshevik
Stauffenburg pulled his briefcase to the sink of the washroom. Opening the leather case, he quickly got to work. Grabbing one of the detonators, he carefully moved one of the plastic explosives, cut into rectangles and wrapped in brown paper. Struggling with the paper, Claus tried in vain to unwrap the bomb with his stubbed right hand. Forced to place down the detonator, only then was Claus able to unwrap the paper to reveal a part of the explosive. Reaching for a pair of pliers within the briefcase, Claus crushed down on the end of the copper detonator and inserted the primed detonator into the explosive brick. Breathing quickly, Claus moved onto the next bomb. the washroom lights flickered as Claus struggled to try and prime the detonator, instead of jabbing the copper tube into the explosive and ripping the paper. Only moments were Claus away from picking up the pliers and arming the second bomb when he heard a knock on the washroom door. “Hurry up Claus! The conference is about to begin!”
In a panicked stupor, Claus slammed shut the briefcase, taking out the unprimed bomb and quickly leaving the washroom, handing the dud explosive to his aide de camp waiting outside and entered into the meeting room, not having noticed his sweat covered and mildly disheveled face. Taking his seat only a handful of feet away from the Fuhrer himself, Claus set down the briefcase, setting it down as close as possible to Hitler. With everyone in the room Hitler spoke: “If everyone is accounted for, let us begin.” The conference then went into action, with Keitel taking center stage “Commonwealth forces have reached Caen, and American armor has defeated our forward positions in Contentin. I find it highly unlikely that the enemy forces there can be contained for much more than a handful of weeks at best.” Hitler nodded “What do you think you would need to contain the Allies for another month?” Keitel immediately responded, “About 15 divisions and air support could allow me to maintain the front for the foreseeable future.” The response was a near-universal complaint from the staff. Claus himself believed it unnecessary to send men to the Normandy meatgrinder when the East was in such a dire situation. After arguing and deliberation with no general consensus, a small break was called.
All the while, Claus impatiently awaited the phone call that would take him from this room. The bomb was going to go off any minute now, and he had to be out of dodge as soon as possible. An aide ran into the room, and Claus perked up in relief. The aide did not, however, bring Claus away for his scripted phone call, but rather passed a note to Hitler. Claus’s face turned white in fear but was soon dispelled from his shock when Hitler began grumbling. “So the cripple has chosen the Bolshevik eh?” The officers and generals peered over, interested. One of the officers, von Puttkamer remarked “They chose Wallace?” Glancing over at the note that Hitler showed to the staff. The mood in the room quickly turned from one of bleak despair to unbridled humor, with the staff members joking about the “capitalist bastion” having fallen to bolshevism “well the jews already ran Roosevelt, now it looks like the Bolsheviks are as well” a general cracked. Claus chuckled mildly, desperately looking for a way out as he could almost feel the primer about to go off. When another aide entered the room and requested for Stauffenberg, he left promptly, not even caring to request permission to leave from the Fuhrer, who Claus assumed would be dead in less than a minute.
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Claus von Stauffenburg, attempted assassin of Nazi Fuhrer Adolf Hitler
Entry Two: The Cripple and the Bolshevik
Stauffenburg pulled his briefcase to the sink of the washroom. Opening the leather case, he quickly got to work. Grabbing one of the detonators, he carefully moved one of the plastic explosives, cut into rectangles and wrapped in brown paper. Struggling with the paper, Claus tried in vain to unwrap the bomb with his stubbed right hand. Forced to place down the detonator, only then was Claus able to unwrap the paper to reveal a part of the explosive. Reaching for a pair of pliers within the briefcase, Claus crushed down on the end of the copper detonator and inserted the primed detonator into the explosive brick. Breathing quickly, Claus moved onto the next bomb. the washroom lights flickered as Claus struggled to try and prime the detonator, instead of jabbing the copper tube into the explosive and ripping the paper. Only moments were Claus away from picking up the pliers and arming the second bomb when he heard a knock on the washroom door. “Hurry up Claus! The conference is about to begin!”
In a panicked stupor, Claus slammed shut the briefcase, taking out the unprimed bomb and quickly leaving the washroom, handing the dud explosive to his aide de camp waiting outside and entered into the meeting room, not having noticed his sweat covered and mildly disheveled face. Taking his seat only a handful of feet away from the Fuhrer himself, Claus set down the briefcase, setting it down as close as possible to Hitler. With everyone in the room Hitler spoke: “If everyone is accounted for, let us begin.” The conference then went into action, with Keitel taking center stage “Commonwealth forces have reached Caen, and American armor has defeated our forward positions in Contentin. I find it highly unlikely that the enemy forces there can be contained for much more than a handful of weeks at best.” Hitler nodded “What do you think you would need to contain the Allies for another month?” Keitel immediately responded, “About 15 divisions and air support could allow me to maintain the front for the foreseeable future.” The response was a near-universal complaint from the staff. Claus himself believed it unnecessary to send men to the Normandy meatgrinder when the East was in such a dire situation. After arguing and deliberation with no general consensus, a small break was called.
All the while, Claus impatiently awaited the phone call that would take him from this room. The bomb was going to go off any minute now, and he had to be out of dodge as soon as possible. An aide ran into the room, and Claus perked up in relief. The aide did not, however, bring Claus away for his scripted phone call, but rather passed a note to Hitler. Claus’s face turned white in fear but was soon dispelled from his shock when Hitler began grumbling. “So the cripple has chosen the Bolshevik eh?” The officers and generals peered over, interested. One of the officers, von Puttkamer remarked “They chose Wallace?” Glancing over at the note that Hitler showed to the staff. The mood in the room quickly turned from one of bleak despair to unbridled humor, with the staff members joking about the “capitalist bastion” having fallen to bolshevism “well the jews already ran Roosevelt, now it looks like the Bolsheviks are as well” a general cracked. Claus chuckled mildly, desperately looking for a way out as he could almost feel the primer about to go off. When another aide entered the room and requested for Stauffenberg, he left promptly, not even caring to request permission to leave from the Fuhrer, who Claus assumed would be dead in less than a minute.
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