not really true or dare story but a twist on history a paper i wrote for a class

[userben]

It was January 15th 1945 when the American government sensing the winds of change in Europe decided to ally themselves with Germany. Watching the country’s of Europe fall one by one to the German march and Blitz the Americans choose to cut their losses and side with the new super power in Europe. Socialist Imperial Empire or SIE centered in Berlin accepted the treaty with America heartily as if the last piece of a puzzle was falling into place. The centerpiece of this new world order was da furer Hitler himself the mastermind behind the destruction and realignment of European government and politics.
It was on this same day when my country betrayed its greatest ideals and ambitions toward all men by aligning themselves with a mad dictator that it actually rose to one of its greatest moments. The plan hatched by the government was on the surface to embrace our Socialist brethren, while embedding highly trained assassins to infiltrate and execute key leaders of the SIE. When I began my training little did I know that I would be the centerpiece in the grand conspiracy. I would be the one the execute Hitler.
They found me at West Point. I was an above average student with a highly determined nature, with an overactive love for my country and our system of government. The extreme devotion I held for my country was instilled in me at a young age. I don’t remember much about my father just a flashing glimpse into the past. I do remember when the car came and the men in the uniform informed my young mother that her husband and my father had given the ultimate sacrifice for his country. I can see the moment in my mind, a moment of great solemnity. My mother small and brave receiving the flag that my father had died protecting, died protecting the ideals and freedom it embodied. I was three at the time and in two weeks the war would be over, but I never forgot my father’s ultimate sacrifice for our country. I new at this young age that I would honor my father by honoring his sacrifice and service, I would follow in his footsteps and serve my country.
My instructors always noted in my reports that I was “flying just below the radar”, for the job the government wanted me for my unassuming nature and ease seemed to be ideal. The fact that I was the ideal German prototype with blonde hair and blue eyes the perfect face for the new Socialist-American alliance. The fact that I had great fluency in German and had a natural knack for language didn’t hurt either as it was the official language of the empire. I was trained with the other recruits in diplomacy, protocol, and assassination. We were a highly elite corp of trained assassins scheming to take down Europe’s reigning government. The government Stalin bent his knees to, the English royal family groveled before, and the paper tiger of France burnt before.
None of us knew who or what our assignments would be. We were kept in the dark until the last possible moment. In fact we were often already in place without knowledge of our targets. One of my friends from our assassin academy was assigned to eliminate Himmler, however the furer beat him to the punch having him blown up in an automobile accident. It seems Himmler was developing too close a following in the more extreme superior genetic wing of the party. Hitler’s main propagandist Speer was kept under lock and key Hitler believing him to be integral to the Empires success, it was his guidance that helped to launch the party in the first place. Eichmann was another target, in fact all the high level original leadership of the Nazi party were potential target. After all we could not risk alienating the whole world.
I unlike the others placed knew what my responsibility would be. It was my objective to ingratiate myself with Hitler, win his trust, and then end the reign of that evil man at all costs. This was not an easy task. By the time I arrived in Berlin he had become increasingly paranoid and dependent on amphetamines to keep him going. The rousing speeches he delivered some of his finest moments were cleverly constructed facades. The members of the inner circle like me saw the tremmoring, frail man he had become. It took me almost a year before he trusted me enough to become a member of his inner circle. The connection I found with him was our shard interest in art. Hitler as a once aspiring artist would often wake me a 3 or 4 in the morning to discuss the latest movement in modern art or the revival of the Dutch masters versus the impressionist movement. It was in this our shared interest in art that I built a bridge of trust to my target the crown jewel of the SIE.
The plan was first to poison his tea as he had horrible intestinal problems and only drank herbal tea to quiet his digestive system. However an unexpected rally created untold problems and the tea plot had to be abandoned. A bomb was also entertained but was abandoned due to suspicion in acquiring and storing the necessary materials. Another plan was to have a sniper execute him during a rally but this idea was also abandoned.
The final plan was to assassinate him with a pistol and silencer in his private study where we were most often alone. I understood that this would be my first and last mission for my country I would be caught convicted and executed for my crimes against the Empire and the fueror. I was at the ready whenever I was summoned by Hitler, and at last the moment came. I steadied myself and went through the check list in my head of what was needed. When I entered his office the fire was roaring it was a unusually cold night. We sat facing each other in large chairs in front of the fire. Our usual discourse on art began, our conversation progressed with each passing moment I became more ready; waiting for the perfect moment, poised on the inside, and placid and calm on the outside.
I was getting ready for the final strike when alarms started sounding and there was shouting in German “Gerbbels has been shot, Gerbbles has been shot!” Hitler looked up with a start and the room was flooded with soldiers and SS to protect the fueror. I expressed the requisite alarm at the horrible news when secretly I knew that a another key member of the regime had fallen. In fact they had been dropping like flies for the last six months some obvious assassinations others convenient accidents. When they finally took their leave of the fueror hours later we stood facing each other he walked over to embrace me. Despite the fact that I had the gun well hidden he felt it in the embrace. As he pulled away in a quizzical look appeared on his face and that is when I pulled the trigger and fired. The look of shock and them recognition of what was happening slowly appeared on his face. A smile came to the corners of his mouth and he whispered in German “I knew it would be you.” He fell back into his chair with almost a look of relief and I felt as though I had been cheated. I fulfilled my duty and assignment but felt hollow inside. The rest of the plan was a blur I managed to get myself to my contact after I propped Hitler in his chair and told the guards that he did not want to be disturbed. He was probably left alone for hours because in the past an interruption would be met with punishment and cursing. I escaped I don’t know how but I did.
The American Government took steps to condemn the death of their great friend and ally. They mourned the loss with great pomp, all the while taking steps to secure his empire for themselves. I had executed an evil man only to see the government that I risked my life and my honor for pick up the reigns of Hitler’s regime and support his programs wholeheartedly. The plan was never to set Europe free rather to take what Hitler had built and make it America’s. I betrayed myself and my father for a corrupt American regime ruling a vast Empire. The only comfort I can take is in the thought that even the greatest empires fall. Ours will do the same in time Rome, Russia, Ottoman, just to name a few we will be the next.



tell me what you think. i dont care if it is good or bad

[Moondreaming]

I love altered history stories. Usually they fall into the sci-fi category where someone goes back in time, which is ok. The more interesting are the revisionist stories, like this one. Of course, their were assasination attempts on Hitler, regrettibly, none were successful.

[Davros]

Is this not better suited in the Author's Lounge?

It's great

[the_boy]

cool well written story.