March 01, 1946 A spring awakening:
Quisling resigned to leaving – objectively, he knew he had to. He had come to realize that a fugitive was never home. The winter had given Quisling a lot of confidence in his new identity as a Baltic German. With subtle spin, he could present himself as being from two or three different nations with correspondingly different categorizations by the allied forces. Also unlike other fugitives, Quisling had not merely obtained a new name; he was actually living as the new identity on a daily basis.
Never the less, it was time to go. Quisling considered Switzerland, but the Swiss were too “settled”. Though Quisling was confident that his assumed identity could withstand a certain level of scrutiny, settled nations had the infrastructure and resources to exceed that level.
Quisling’s mind turned to Italy – Italy had and always had a more frontier feel. Frontier nations had correspondingly less likelihood of serious scrutiny – though it would be wise to avoid the leftist sympathizing northern cities of Italy. Quisling, however, had no desire to remain in Italy; rather, Italy was a stepping stone to true freedom.
The Hunter:
The winter had been long, grey and frustrating. It seemed as if the entire German nation was wearing scarves and winter over coats “24/7” and on the move. Though Colonel Aaberg had initiated an effort for Norweigan teams to selectively search Displaced Person Camps in Germany, the efforts were hindered by poor road conditions, a reliance on borrowed transport, and the hard fact that interest amongst the various occupation authorities varied considerably.
The American authorities were cooperative and generous with vehicles, but tended to display little personal initiative or interest in Norway’s, hunt for Quisling. Colonel Aaberg began to wonder if in light of the booming American economy if all of the U.S. officers who volunteered to remain on garrison in Germany were also fugitives from domestic problems back home or were interested in black marketeering.
Quisling’s new alpine home:
South Tyrol: Quisling breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time in since his flight, he was in an area that was not crawling with allied military units – well at least not dyed in the wool allies. The crossing from the U.S. zone in Germany to the U.S. zone Austria had been easy and done in the open. Quisling’s U.S. issued identity documents were glanced at by a bored American Corporal and he was waived through after giving a vague reference to “relatives in Vienna”.
The crossing from Austria to South Tyrol was not as easy, nor was it truly difficult. After being assured that there were few, if any, Italian patrols off the main roads, Quisling hired a local mountaineer to guide him up and around a known Italian paramilitary check point.
Though there were Italian paramilitary patrols in the streets of Tyrolean towns, the Italians and the Tyroleans seemed to have both accepted the obvious- On a macro level Tyrol would remain part of Italy, but would also retain local autonomy. At Quisling’s micro level, that meant that Italian Para- military police and the locals simply stayed out of each other’s way and left each other, and by extension, the German speaking Quisling alone. Neither the Italians nor the Tyrolean’s wanted to be on the receiving end of more avoidable violence after the most destructive war in history.
LTC Winford chats with an ally…
Former Master Sergeant Andreas Laresen stifled a smirk as he took in LTC Winford of Cavalry and the newly commissioned paintings behind his desk of JEB Stuart, and of course, Winford himself heroically astride a Stuart tank - both rendered in perfectly stiff, cold National Socialist realism. He then dismissed the lingering buxom German “receptionist” curtly. He had learned to strip such types of officers of any and all support before asking for "assistance". At the moment, Winford, was engaged in negotiations with the artist (another “she”, of course) for a painting of Nathaniel Bedford Forrest. No doubt, Larsen mused, that the portrait painter’s past experience with Waffen customers gave her the insight needed to do an especially accurate rendition of Forrest.
Negotiations completed, Larsen now had Winford’s divided attention…