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“I am now retired and wish to capitalise on my collection of Militaria how do I make a start ?”

Before you embark on selling your cherished Militaria collection there are a number of points to consider.

Firstly shall I let the local auctioneers take control? Try listing the tems online?, or approach a specialist dealer.

The pros and cons of each option are as follows.

At auction the fees and time scale must be considered .clearly high returns are the exception rather than the norm when selling this way . Seller and the buyers commission  amount to 40% of the value of your sales .Unsold militaria lots will have to be dealt with.

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Listing on online sites is time consuming, For each sale e-correspondence and the provision of images and accurate descriptions combines with the encounters with  strangers. The selling of Nazi items and weapons is banned from many sites.

By selling to a specialist store you will be faced with the option of selling everything in one transaction ..Reputable dealers have an established clientèle ready and waiting for new stock to arrive. reputable specialist shops have a reputation to uphold .

To avoid an uncomfortable situation prepare a wish price in your head before attempting to strike a deal. The dealer needs your stock and will do all he can to secure your militaria collection.

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David Mattey invites you to enjoy an entertaining short story /novel/screen play “Berlin 43” serialised and published here for the first time .One which is  laced with relevant  second world war terminology . Week One 4/July/2013 .

“1943
November rain lashed the Berlin streets. In unison the vigilant searchlights shut down. The lidded head lamp of an east bound trolley bus providing the only light; its deep reflection shimmering into the glazed road as it shuffled ponderously towards Winterfeldstrasse. Hanging heavy in the early evening air was a familiar stale bonfire smell . The pounding of distant anti aircraft batteries finally ceased , soon to be replaced by a wailing chorus of sirens heralding the “All Clear”; silence an incongruous momentary silence that was subsequently interrupted by a frenzy of fire engines. The clang of their clattering bells fading  as they sped over the river towards the suburbs.

Miles avoided the worst of the downpour from a covered shop doorway. He watched two  R.L.B. air raid wardens shepherd a group of dazed figures, mainly N.S.D.A.P office workers from the shelter built below the city’s Openplatz.
“Move along now, in line”.
One of them instructed in a loud cheerful voice.
For many of the capital’s prioritised war workers this bunker had become home. The secret observer reflected on his gathering of intelligence from the depths of this sunken chamber. Eavesdropping on officials whilst they bickered carelessly during the summer months.
After some consideration the Englishman set off for his meeting with Madeleine, opting at the last moment to brave the elements and walk. He favoured this choice the alternative being a claustrophobic bus journey. Why ?he questioned, should he run the risk of some stranger engaging him in conversation? Such exposure was hazardous; The Nazis had orchestrated a culture of suspicion .Defeatist conversations were routinely  reported. Hitler youth members were instructed to observe and inform . To walk he concluded was clearly his safest option.
He briskly navigated the ancient streets drawing comfort from their shadows. Gusting wind blew fine drizzle under the brim of his hat and on to his spectacles. Resilient natives began emerging from their burrows. The City’s life blood was returning.
Almost everyone Miles passed was in uniform. Firstly he encountered a group of exhausted F.l.A.K (Anti aircraft) helpers, boys of perhaps fourteen years or less? They’re oversized gladiator helmets shielding their soot blacked faces from the rain.
A drunken Whermacht infantryman sank back into a doorway his face flashing red as he attempted to relight his damp cigarette .A Bahnshutze railway police guard marched bye in clockwork fashion steadying an outmoded first pattern dress dagger with one hand whilst swinging his other arm to emphasis rank.
Before long Miles found himself within sight of the station kiosk, the designated liaison point. His wristwatch showed the time to be six twenty-five p.m. he was, by design a few minutes early. A brief feeling of panic invaded him, as he struggled to locate Madeleine in the larger than expected crowd. Then from within the darkness of the central arch he identified her distinct animated form.
“You are late darling”
She whispered as she joined the Englishman under a tattered umbrella. Brunette curls beneath the latest design of winter hats softly framed her blue eyes and delicate features. Miles’s sense of relief was conspicuous; The emphasis of her greeting coupled with the delivery of the memorised sentence indicated that she believed everything was safe.
Officially Madeleine was still regarded, as a loyal operative, however there were question marks surrounding one of her reports. Unbeknown to her she was under scrutiny. Miles had been given the insidious task of conducting an investigating. The agents embraced. The damp air intensified the potency of Madeleine’s strategically applied perfume. With linked arms they made their way to the Plaza theatre. Their cover was that of a courting couple. It was accepted that in the event of their being challenged Madeleine would feign inebriation whilst Miles would be left to answer any questions. Their papers were in order and as smartly dressed office workers it seemed unlikely to Miles that they should attract any unwanted attention.
In Madeleine’s company the British agent felt invigorated a sensation that had for some time eluded him.

The couple walked the moonlit pavements pausing briefly to survey a freshly damaged landmark.
A large framed portrait of Hitler hung defiantly, high upon the exposed internal wall of an office building, the front of which had collapsed along with all three of its flours.
“It’s like a giant doll’s house”.
Commented Miles .He griped Madeleine’s hand supportively as they stepped over rubble and swollen hose pipes enticed by the bizarre spectacle.
A fire policeman stretched out from his extended ladder but faled to retrieve the painting, his second unsuccessful lunge sent the framed image plummeting to rest, impaled on a jagged timber joist .
The crowd, into which the agents now blended , gasped as if they had witnessed a wilful act of desecration. Miles struggled to resist suggesting that this just might be symbolic.
The couple moved along to fulfil the night’s official objective,
The exchange of dangerously obtained information was achieved on a deserted footbridge that straddled a railway goods yard.
This occasion differed from any before, because the (knowledge) Miles shared was in fact fictional.
By the summer of 1940 the operatives had infiltrated separate government departments and now held similar posts as translators; both were perfectly placed to intercept information from a variety of sources.
London had received a report that Madeleine had been sighted leaving Gestapo headquarters in Prinz-Albrect Strasser on Thursday the fourth of October. Miles could not account for Madeleine’s whereabouts on that day in fact she had completely neglected to contact him until the following Monday. An unscheduled pause in communication constituted a breach of standard procedure. Such irregularities could not bee over looked.
In her belated report to H.Q. she claimed to have been accompanying officials to a meeting in the south, and was therefore unable to communicate. Miles had taken this to be plausible His superiors however with their hard earned caution believed that she might have been “turned” offered a position within the Abware in exchange for her life. For an allied agent at her level to be offered such an option by the Gestapo was to the best of Miles’s knowledge unprecedented.
Flickering light from the projector’s beam cut a swath through swirling clouds of tobacco smoke that filled the old theatre. A golden party lapel badge worn by the Englishman insured that the couple were shown the best seats in the house. With a now practised patience and apparent enthusiasm Miles endured yet another cinematic epic .An historical drama manipulated to convey Dr.Goerbbel’s hate filled ideology. . The tedious program ended with a newsreel expounding the virtues of Germany’s Courageous U-boat Crews. Everyone clapped enthusiastically .A smartly dressed lady seated beside Miles turned and smiled. He smiled back at her whilst applauding and nodding approvingly. Her face was animated, filled with the kind of patriotic emotion one had encountered more frequently before the demise of the six army at Stalingrad. He firstly considered it likely that she had a son serving in the forces, then something about her distant stare suggested that she might be displaying the agonising symptoms of bereavement. ?
The house lights came up. Miles collected the coats and his umbrella.
“Would you care for a drink Madeleine?”
He enquired.
“Naturally”
She replied smiling, It was nine thirty and from a bar’s entrance next to the theatre issued a jolly medley of music and voices. Had he been offered a choice Miles would have preferred to find somewhere quieter? But once inside he felt as ease. Quite typically the vivacious Madeleine and her guest were directed to a good table.
“A glass of hock for the young lady . And a small beer for myself please”. Shouted Miles.
The waiter nodded and smiled approvingly boldly indicating that he shared some ofthe young agent’s admiration for Madeleine. He perched the couples hats and coats on a bent wood stand then left to fetch the order.
The two operatives settled down to soak up the vibrant atmosphere. Smartly dressed theatregoers mingled with sailors; soldiers and city workers. Miles savoured his refreshment, he positively warmed to the environment and before long was drinking a second glass of beer, this was in it’s self a novelty for the Englishman who rarely drank in public places for fear of revealing clues about himself.
After an uplifting hour the would-be couple ventured outside. The rain had abated .An SS officer, his arm in a sling took the last available taxi. Without hesitation Miles volunteered to escort Madeleine to her apartment on foot, believing perhaps naively that their evening together was nearly over. She accepted his offer and after a stroll that seemed poignantly bereft of conversation Miles concluded correctly that they had reached their destination. An imposing modern apartment building loomed above . Madeleine reached into her pocket to retrieve her door keys. Miles took hold of her gloved hand and kissed it then bid her.
“Goodnight.”
But as he turned to walk away he became snared by here actions. Their was a glint in her eye, her stare intensified, her head tilted in the direction of the apartment building .Her behaviour was familiar it’s meaning unambiguous. He had little defence against it; nothing in life had prepared him for such intoxication. For the moment he possessed neither the will power nor the desire to resist.
“Come on up, it will be just fine”.
She uttered in her warm calm way. Perhaps the combination of both fear and guilt made him more receptive to the prospect of intimacy. His animal instincts were beginning to overpower any sense of duty. His mind began to shut out the briefing that he had received from H.Q. The psychological conflict was hideous. Nothing on earth could arrest his desire to hold her once more yet Ironically and quite disturbingly as circuit leader should the allegations against Madeleine prove to have foundation Miles had instructions to eliminate her? A wrong move now would compromise everything. He had to act naturally. He desperately wanted to believe she was not a traitor. Their previous liaison in a hotel in Munich some weeks before was contrary to the basic rules of their trade. Miles was beginning to understand why personal relationships were discouraged within the network and forbidden within his circuit. If it was love that he was feeling he had not chosen it.
Miles had failed to declare to H,Q, one critical piece of information
Madeleine and he were already acquainted. Europe had been a small place for people from a certain background before the war. Miles had attended the same skiing class as Madelene following his graduation from oxford back in thirty eight. Knowing one another’s true identity’s was something that should have been reported. He assumed that it was their mutual attraction that had silenced the matter. Cautiously he considered the prospect of another torrid encounter and the likelihood of it reinforcing their physical bond. He knew that to spend the night in Madeleine’s apartment was in security term’s utter madness. It made nonsense of the evenings elaborate charades, never the less her power and control over him seemed absolute. He believed that he had experienced love before, he certainly had enjoyed romantic encounters. This however was different; in his reckoning they had rediscovered some dormant human sense. Perfect empathy might best describe it. He was entranced; in normal peacetime circumstances his prognosis would read infatuated or love sick.
He wanted to believed that Madeleine shared this intensity of feeling but tried not to loose sight of the facts. She was after all the archetypal femme fatale. She was blessed with extraordinary beauty, charm and sophistication. When dressed in the most drab of Berlin office clothes her poise and mannerisms betrayed her French socialite background. The very way she smoked her cigarette was intriguing. She knew quite expertly how to manipulate men, allied intelligence had taken that into account when recruiting her. Perhaps pleasure was her terror weapon, a trump card that good girls did not usually play. Just maybe with fear of the Gestapo hanging over her head there were no longer any rules in her game? If she had been “turned” her one concern would be self-preservation at whatever cost. Perhaps she believed she had found in Miles a willing co recruit the ideal fellow traitor? If the worst were true, and she was reporting to the Reich, did Miles stand any chance of preserving her? He had taken it upon himself to make her the conduit of misinformation? This was an unsanctioned decision that should have been subject to the approval of the London committee. So many Questions .In truth to entertain the possibility that she may have made him her bedfellow purely to acquire information was agonising, and unthinkable. Their intimate sessions had become his addiction. Separation for Miles felt like bereavement. Would this be their last time together he wondered? As H.Q. had so tactfully put it, Madeleine might have to meet with a little accident. This thought horrified him. The verdict of her fate for the moment depended on the effect if any of the information he had passed to her on the bridge. If the Germans responded to it, it would identify Madeleine as a traitor.
Until such times that the allied landings and their locations had been decided the circuits presence in the capital was crucial the delicate chemistry of the Berlin operation had to be maintained. It may not have been “Business as usual” but it had to appear that way. Things in the south of England appeared to be heating up and the Germans knew it. They had started to reinforce “The Pas de Calais”, believing not surprisingly that a landing would most likely be attempted there. Just for good measure Miles had furnished Madeleine with additional inaccuracies regarding the build up of troops. If passed on these would perpetuate an important myth ensuring the squandering of both German manpower and resources.
They entered Madeleine’s apartment building; it was modern and comfortable in keeping with her party status. As the lift ascended Miles reflected on all his suppositions, begging the question that he knew could never be asked. Which are you Madeleine friend or enemy? She quietly slid the concertina door behind them as they stepped away from the lift, then with a chopping gesture silently indicated the direction of her apartment, number twelve. They entered; she switched on the hall light then secured the door behind them. Miles considered it miraculous that so far they had avoided encountering any of the building’s other residents . From a drawer in her bedside table she produced a night-light and a red enamelled cigarette lighter. Madeleine’s face took on an angelic radiance in the candlelight, her room a shrine like quality. The couple’s shadows danced briefly whilst the flame settled. No words were uttered. Their lust, hunger whatever it was? Pressingly communicated and choreographed what followed. Trepidations dissolved, the Parisian anticipated then attended to Miles’s desires with insight and sensitivity. Miles was convinced that love was being expressed . Adrenaline flowed; the lovers heart rates increased then having first snatched a breath the brunette sighed. Miles collapsed satiated. She retained contact, both of her arms were locked around him, her grip gradually loosening until one hand flopped down and dangled over the side of the bed.
“Goodnight sweetheart”.
The Englishman whispered breathlessly .

previous instalment published 4/July/2013 To Be Continued ……….

Conscious of some activity Miles stirred, groped for his spectacles then set about collecting the clothes that he had hastily abandoned perhaps an hour before. As he began dressing Madeleine who was already sitting on the edge of the bed lit a cigarette. Out in the night searchlights panned the cloudy sky. This afforded for the room an ambient light to which his eyes soon acclimatised. The slight brunette stood up endeavouring to cover her self with a silk blouse.
“Madeleine What’s that mark across your back?”
Miles enquired, as the words left his mouth he regretted this dangerous question. He was still partially anaesthetised, stupefied by the feeling of euphoria. His guard lowered by the lover’s physical re-acquaintance.
“Nothing my angel”
She replied. His inquiry alluded to a conspicuous freshly formed scar.
“Oh, you mean my little ice skating mishap”.
She continued. Her answer sounding rehearsed. Miles tied his shoelaces avoiding any eye contact.
“I am sure I told you all about that”
She condescended.
“Perhaps you did, it looks like it was very painful”.
His reply was calm; he had endeavoured to sound sincere and contented with her explanation.
“ I think I will make us both a hot drink “
She proposed, perhaps a little nervously.
“No allow me”.
Miles interrupted, then having first buttoned his shirt he moved with purpose towards the kitchen.
“There is fresh milk in the enamel jug and substitute coffee in the tin.” “Do not make a fuss, I will manage”
Alone in the kitchen Miles considered the scar. Was it evidence of brutality, torture, or an innocent sporting injury? He reached his verdict whilst placing two mugs on a tray which he proceeded to carry back into the bedroom.
“Have you sugared mine?”
“ Sorry Madeleine, fancy my forgetting”.
Having sat the tray down on a marble topped cupboard he returned to the kitchen .His heart was by now beating more rapidly than he could ever remember. He raised the lid of the kettle and peered down into it, his spectacles started misting over. He wiped them clear on his shirt tails then removed and opened a file of poison which he carried at all times secreted in the hollowed heal of his shoe. Having once again wrestled with his conscience he found himself in a state of patriotic possession, upon which he felt a compulsion to act. With simultaneous motions he picked up the sugar bowl with his left hand whilst emptying the contents of the file into the kettle with his right . At that very instant the air raid siren sounded. He dropped the sugar bowl; it shattered on the tiled floor. With nerves frayed he set about retrieving the rest of his scattered garments, .

The Americans had completed their daytime bombing mission at about 5.30.pm. Now it was the turn of The Royal Air force. First came the four-engine drone of a pathfinder dispatching coloured flares to mark the target area. A German night fighter flew north to engage an anticipated armada. Its presence alone would provide some reassurance for the citizens of Berlin.
The last resident filed past Madeleine’s door. The lovers took to the stairs and exited the apartment building.
In the cold night stragglers gravitated towards the shelter in a swift but orderly fashion. Fear had become a routine to these seasoned campaigners their expressions concealed it’s very existence.
As the spies reached the bunker’s entrance, a whistle was blown by one of the Luftshutz wardens. The reinforced steel doors began closing.
“Yes you madam, one more just you that’s all, we are already way over capacity”.
Madeleine stepped forward in acceptance of the whistle blower’s invitation, Miles stood back watching the doors close behind the slight brunette, before he himself turned and ran for safety.
Heavy flak guns pumped rhythmic volleys from beyond the horizon. The deafening crack of air burst shells bounced off of buildings before echoing into infinity .
Miles had been running for some minutes his mind was in turmoil; he began to question the validity of his decision and subsequent actions.
Miles now considered that his behaviour was at odds with his fundamental principles. He realised that his devotion to duty had passed the death sentence on the only human being to whom he felt attachment.
Was any war worth that? It was a choice of patriotic conscience. That very thing, that propelled men blindly over the top in 1914. Versus instinctive human bonding part of the mechanism that perpetuates the species.
He found himself treacherous to instinct, yet obedient to his principles. Which should he honour patriotic idealism, or love? Again he questioned This decision? , His soul seemed to way up his options and provide a solution. First the pace of his running slowed then he stopped and turned back around. Now he found himself in a state of emotional possession. Frantically he retraced the route back to Madeleine’s apartment building .His intentions were to get back into that kitchen by whatever necessary means and flush out the poison from the kettle.
As his turned the final corner the scene that confronted him stopped the circuit leaded dead in his tracks
.A black sedan was now parked directly outside Madeleine’s apartment building; its engine was running. Light was coming from flat twelve the bedroom window that he had peered from some ten minutes earlier. It was moving light from a torch or battery lamp. The painful penny dropped, Madeleine’s apartment had visitors and they were neither uninvited nor unexpected. Miles realised that he had been saved from entrapment and certain death by a fluke; a timely allied air raid. Madeleine was just as H.Q. had suspected a double agent. Miles had been deceived, his better judgement corrupted and distorted by the illusion of love. Now he was in the very gravest of danger and had to move fast. He felt angry with Himself. How could he have been duped convincingly, so completely? He had just endured the most sinister crash course in male vulnerability. \His feelings of disappointment were extreme.

 

Sticks of bombs rained down way over to the north. The focus of the raid was about twenty kilometres away. Miles trotted away, he looked over his shoulder in the belief that he was being pursued but realised that what he had heard was the echo of his own steps. Through the muddy grounds of the cemetery he ran, Across the memorial garden, leaping over the boundary wall onto the footpath of Kaiser Williamplatz, through a maze of alleyways and finally down the steps to the basement apartment of number seventeen Felix strasser.
This was not Miles’s known residence but one secretly maintained for just such an emergency . He unlocked the door and entered the building its fusty odour signalled safety. Scarcely had he caught his breath before putting his carefully rehearsed escape plan into action.
From a large trunk stowed beneath the bed he retrieved emergency funds, dog tags and, a uniform, that of a Kriegsmarine officer.
One of Becker’s friends had obtained this along the former owner’s papers, from the Imperial Hotel.
Allied bombs rumbled. Miles lit the fire then proceeded to incinerate all evidence of Here Otto Linden. The identity of a man he had first assumed three years earlier. Clothing, Work Passes, even his trademark horn-rimmed glasses were fed into the green enamelled stove. Only when everything was prepared then double-checked would Miles set his alarm clock and indulge himself in the luxury of sleep, deep sleep.
Waking in the scarcely familiar surroundings of the basement apartment puzzled the young agent. After the initial panic subsided, Miles remembering the enormity of his plight set about dealing with his self preservation. His escape would entail firstly dressing “correctly” then the visiting of his dear friend Julius Becker whom he would commission to update then stamp his travel passes and alter any other necessary documents. His planned escape involved the boarding of the first troop train to Keel. He was aware of the risks that this course of action would bring but he believed himself less lightly to stand out in a crowd of hundreds of other uniformed personnel.
Having first wound his Swiss wristwatch, Miles jumped up from his bed, drank a glass of water then proceeded to wash , after this he dressed himself, paying meticulous attention to every detail. Pressing his trouser creases, polishing his shoes to parade standard. His attire was completed with the attachment of a gilded brass dress dagger. By eleven o’clock a.m. He was quite satisfied with his appearance and in spite of all the dangers and the horror of the previous night he managed to derive considerable amusement from his image that was reflected in the wardrobe mirror. He was in a positive state of mind and he strangely relished the idea of his forthcoming performance. Miles remembered his training and began to think like his new character safe in the knowledge that only by embracing the role fully would he stand any chance of surviving. When all that could done to minimise risk was done ,he left the sanctuary of the basement apartment and stepped out into the daylight immediately effecting a theatrical swagger, this he satisfactorily corrected until it appeared quite natural.
Becker ran a small café bar just off of the north end of theTier Garten. He had once hidden a Jewish family in his cellar for two months. He was both trustworthy and courageous . Miles considered that arriving at the café in his new guise might startle Becker ,so when he reached the counterfeiter’s domain he took a seat in a dark corner beside the dormant automatic piano and waited. Presently Becker’s daughter Hanna whom Miles recognised from the underground meetings, came over to his table.
“Good morning Herr Leutnant what would you like?”
“Something hot with milk and sugar. Thank you. O, and something to eat bread perhaps?”
Hanna was perceptive she registered Mile’s coded phrase instantly And despite recognising this newly commissioned officer she remained unflustered.
“Wait one moment please”
She requested, then with the quick wittedness of an adlibbing actress she suggested.
“If you wish to freshen up Leutnant, you are quite welcome to use Heer Becker’s private washroom it is upstairs. Follow me”
Miles smiled then nodded, graciously accepting the offer. Hanna escorted him across the room. Just a handful of customers occupied seats near the bar. Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen Hissed from the Bakelite cased wireless whilst. An elderly couple listened whilst silently dreaming at one of the tables. Hanna indicated the location of a small door that led to the forger’s most secret workshop. As she left Miles to climb the few stairs alone she offered reassuringly.
“I will get you something to eat and have your newspaper ready for when you return Lieutenant.”
Her selfless manner rekindled something of Miles’s mislaid trust of young women.
The spy knocked just once on what appeared to be a cupboard door “Come in”
A familiar voice invited.
Miles entered the anti-room then carefully closed the door behind him. Becker sat leaning over his desk inspecting a block of stamps through a magnifying glass. His balding head, grey hair and gold rimmed glasses spot lit by a industrial angle poise lamp. After a few moments he looked up, appearing a little startled by the uniform as had been predicted. His expression softened as the process of recognition took its course. Becker realised that Miles was in trouble. The agent’s very presence at the café was unprecedented. Raising his eyebrows the forger proclaimed.
“I never would have imagined that I would have the pleasure of entertaining you here, at my cafe dear friend.”
Becker stood up to embrace his respected guest.
“Don’t worry Julius I was not followed, I am sorry I simply did not have time to arrange a meeting on neutral ground”.
Backer’s expression suggested that he accepted Miles’s reassurance.
“So Otto it appears to be time for you to move on now?”
The visibly shaken Englishman nodded as he passed over documents contained in an official looking folder.
“The circuit-” Miles started. “Stand over there in front of that curtain, you will require photographs.”
Interrupted Becker.
Whilst shuffling into the prescribed position Miles successfully delivered his sentence.
“The circuit has, or is about to be betrayed”.
Miles blinked. Everything went red until he recovered from the effects of the flashgun.
“ The details on my first travel pass should read Kiel via Berlin and Hamburg. On the second one. Bern via Kiel and Frankfurt. It is better that my transit dates start from yesterday ”.
“OK”
Accepted Becker as he jotted down notes.
“From Kiel I intend to turn right back around then cross Germany into Switzerland. An elaborate trail from which, optimistically my scent will fade.”
Becker‘s stare intensified.
“I will start right away dear Otto. And good luck”.
“Thank you”
The famished agent returned to the restaurant.
Tormented by the smell of baking , Miles’s thoughts drifted away into a fantasy about exotic banquets.
Before long Hanna came to his rescue.
“Your coffee Lieutenant, a little spiced bread cake, and of course your news paper”
“Thank you “.
Miles breathed, then softly repeated
“Thank you”
Discreetly placing his hand over hers.
In a test of self control Miles paced the consumption of the cake.
He had time to kill. The amendments to his papers would take time, perhaps an hour.
He began to consider the negative side of his chosen characterisation and the responsibilities that came with it. He knew that the journey to Kiel would inevitably lead him into conversation with other kriegsmarine personnel so he decided that a good way of keeping himself to himself would be to read a book. That was of course providing that He was able to board the train unimpeded. Becker’s pre-eminence as a forger had enabled many to escape before but Mile’s still harboured one nagging concern; The authorities had a policy of randomly changing the format or colour of their paperwork. His friend’s technical excellence alone was no guarantee of safe passage. He then wondered if the Gestapo would be lying in wait for him? . Madeleine knew that his most likely move would be to flee the city by train. He cursed his imagination knowing that it was not serving his better interests. He was becoming anxious about matters that were beyond his control.

 

His eyes dropped down to the newspaper. 9th November 1943 KIEV FALLS. Accounts of the reverses on the eastern front he decided were now being reported with an element of integrity. Miles concentrated on the article but looked up just occasionally to monitor and evaluate those arriving for lunch. Hanna returned from time to time to refill his mug until eventually presenting him with a package.
“The cake you ordered for your journey Herr leutnant”.
“Thank you, may I pay for every thing now please”.
“No that will not be necessary Herr Becker insists that you are his guest and that I am not allowed to accept any payment”.
“Very well then, please thank him for his hospitality. And thank you, I really must leave now. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye Leutnant and good luck”.
In the taxi on the way to the station Miles opened and examined Hanna’s package. It contained a note saying “Photographic Negatives destroyed ,Good luck” together with the updated paperwork ,visiting cards and a generous portion of warm spiced cake. He was touched by Becker’s solidarity and prayed that the visit to the cafe had not put Hanna or her father’s life at risk.

 

Blood red party banners proudly adorned the station’s grand entrance. They swayed in unison drying in the wind and afternoon sunshine .The vast building was bristling with activity. As Miles arrived he purchased a newspaper from a veteran amputee, neatly folded it, and then secured it under his arm. Inside the humbling concourse he consulted the huge dial of the station clock then scrutinised the timetables beneath it. Once contented that he had gleamed the requisite information he proceeded towards the prescribed platform. At a bookstall he selected and purchased a copy of “Die Kreigsmarine” The German Navy’s colour magazine. He queued patiently before surrendering his documents to the inspector at gate fourteen. After an anxious moment the high ranking employee glanced in to Miles’s eyes and contented him self that his was the face in the photograph.
“Thank you Herr Leutnant.”
He said with a smile before handing back the transit papers. Miles was through . His documents were correct and in order. The first leg of his escape was underway. He filed eagerly passed dozens of young ratings. Some boasted of their leave and it’s excesses whilst others, with their heads propped up on kit bags slept off hangovers.
Two unteroffitziers saluted Miles. Their uniforms were trimmed with silver braid, as was his , indicating that all three held positions within administration. Miles returned the salute, smiled then stopped in anticipation of some conversation.
“Some of the lines were damaged in the raid last night Herr Leutnant.”
The shorter of the two opened sociably.
Miles set his cases down whilst responding with the enquiry.
“Has a delay been announced on this service?”
“No Sir but there has been no sign of a bloody engine .”
Answered the second .
All three men laughed.
Miles felt relieved by the measure of informality that he was encountering.
“Walter Eisner”
Called the shorter of the two whilst presenting his hand which Miles shook whilst identifying himself as.
“Albert Ritter”.
“Oh and I am Muller, Franz Muller”
Volunteered the taller one cheerfully.
“Albert Ritter”
Miles repeated whilst concluding they were the only three administration staff among hundreds of sea faring types. This explained the instant camaraderie. He immediately contented himself with the belief that these two characters would provide him with more than a measure of cover, at very least until the delayed train was boarded.
The new companions spent the next hour discussing motor sport and women whilst cordially exchanging cigars and humorous anecdotes. From the far end of the platform where the iron stained glass canopy met natural daylight came a blast from a locomotive’s whistle. Miles did not allow himself to imagine it was his train until from men around him anticipation turned to activity, caps were straightened and luggage was gathered. A gentle shunt indicated that the engine and carriages were now coupled. The three new-found companions boarded the train and occupied a compartment together. Miles indulged himself with the belief that he was one tiny step closer to freedom .A feeling that was greatly amplified once the guard blew his whistle and the train was slowly set in motion.
“Halt, Halt !”
A voice shouted unexpectedly from somewhere outside the train and behind Miles’s field of view.
“Halt,Halt ! In the name of the Reich. Halt!”
Repeated the mystery voice adding.
“In the name of the Reich”.
The guard responded immediately by raising his flag and blowing two blasts on his whistle. The engine driver applied the brake. A young rating standing in the corridor beside the compartment lost his balance as the train came to an abrupt standstill, Muller cursed as his case flew off the rack bursting open on the deck. Miles’s heart pounded as his fortunes were slammed into reverse.
Outside a heated exchange ensued between the Reichsbahn guard who stood a few feet away to the left of their compartment and what sounded like policemen or some sort of officials who were walking up the platform from the station end behind Miles.
“We have orders to check all departing trains”.
Shouted a young sounding officer, who was out of view.
“This is a troop train. It has already been delayed. These carriages contain exclusively Kriegsmarine personnel. Do you really think you have the authority to interrupt the German Navy?”
Protested the guard. Curiously from the carriages behind came a barrage of raucous comments and wolf whistles.
“We believe a foreign spy may be trying to flee Berlin today”.
A more senior sounding official now attempted to explain. The infuriated guard stood his ground then repeated.
“These carriages contain exclusively Kriegsmarine personnel”.
Adding.
“All individuals were checked at gate fourteen”.
The wolf whistles continued. Muller got up to investigate the commotion, then he opened the compartment window and stuck his head out.
“What can you see out there?”
Miles asked nervously. The heckling from the station end continued.
“Well, there are these two officials, together with a uniformed Gendarme, and an attractive brunette”
Declared Muller having now turned his head back inside to face Miles.
“Very attractive”.
He added, Miles felt a new numbness as the likely identity of the attractive brunette dawned on him. Madeleine was after all the only person who could accurately identify him. Even Becker only knew Miles as Otto Linden albeit that their common struggle had created a genuine closeness.

 

previous instalment published 12/august 2013 To Be Continued ……….

 

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