Posts Tagged ‘SS’
“Ancient History.” It can mean more than one thing:
“I did that to you, but let’s not talk about it any more.”
“Let’s not talk about this because it’s dangerous.”
“Let’s not deal with this now. Or ever.”
It’s a loaded phrase. If you hear it, your eyebrows better go up. Oh, and look how nice the concentration-camp officer is, now he thinks he has an ally. Hitler always started with tea and cookies, if it would do it. He only used the temper and noise if it didn’t, and men can’t stand to be yelled at.
See what happens when you try to do good? It just gets turned around on you.
Or it does if your personal concept of “good” doesn’t match a chunk of society’s, or the one in control (good or bad or whatever that means any more in the life of an empire, attempted or not).
And now we see where historical or argumentative rigor gets us when thinking about writing — sentences like THAT.
This is one of the few stories prompted by somebody else’s book — because he presented a situation that seemed to be unexplained to the reader, the author, and the person the author was interviewing.
I’m not saying this is what happened, I’m just saying this is a fair extrapolation of the reasons and possibilities.
More than once, people who were actually There at an event have asked me to explain — not because I have more insight, but because the goonery of history, and especially wars, is only finally linked up by later historians. Just because you’re in a trench over HERE doesn’t meant you know what the generals are thinking or doing over THERE.
Or that you know what that “strong liquor the Arabs sold us” is, or what it’s made of.
It’s really the reason for uniforms — or face paint — or notched feathers. So nobody has to ask, ‘Who’s in charge here?” or “Who the hell are you?”
As you read this series, you’ll find out why Winzig can find the loopholes and use the Nazis’ own paperwork on them. He had a good teacher.
Winzig’s all she’s got. If he and his are killed, all she’s got are the SS. Talk about the rock and the hard place.
That’s a very Peachy thing to do there, Herr Hauptmann.
As for the SS soldiers — soldiers is soldiers, and this guy is non-combat. Why should they respect him? On top of that, he kills helpless people inside camps, not even suspect resistance or villagers. There’s a reason we say there’s honor among thieves.
That, or it’s just the human urge to look down our noses on the next guy.
If you think it’s scary in our country now — this literally could have gotten you shot in Germany in 1945.
And yet there were still Germans just this stubborn. Now whether that’s bravery or a character flaw, I’m not arguing.
The art got really ornate on this one. It was obviously made as an intentional black-and-white, with no need for color.
Not that there’d be anything more colorful on this page than the situation or the language.
The little hands were used originally in the Black Manuscript story Ringcat.