The Promised Land (All My Love, Detrick Series) (All My Love Detrick Book 3), p.1Roberta Kagan
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All My Love, Detrick
Detrick is born with every quality that will ensure his destiny as a leader of Adolph Hitler’s coveted Aryan race. But on his seventh birthday, an unexpected event changes the course of his destiny forever. As the Nazis rise to power, Detrick is swept into a life filled with secrets, enemies, betrayals, friendships, and most of all, everlasting love.
You Are My Sunshine: A Novel of The Holocaust
The Companion Novel to All My Love, Detrick
A golden child is engineered to become a perfect specimen of Hitler’s master race. But plans can change. Alliances can be broken. Love and trust can be destroyed in an instant when people are not what they seem. In a time when the dark evil forces of the Third Reich hang like a black umbrella of doom over Europe, a little girl will be forced into a world that is spiraling out of control, a world where the very people sworn to protect her cannot be trusted.
The Voyage: A Historical Novel Set during the Holocaust, Inspired by True Events
On May 13, 1939, five strangers board the MS St. Louis. Promised a future of safety away from Nazi Germany and Hitler’s Third Reich, unbeknownst to them, they are about to embark on a voyage built on secrets, lies, and treachery. Sacrifice, love, life, and death hang in the balance as each fight against fate, but the voyage is just the beginning.
A Flicker of Light
Hitler's Master Plan was devastating. In 1935, the Nazis established a program called "The Lebensborn." Their agenda: to genetically engineer perfect Aryan children. These children were to be the new master race once Hitler had cleared all undesirable elements out of Europe. Within a year, the home for the Lebensborn was built. These institutions were designed to give the appearance of comfortable homes where the expectant mothers were provided the finest food and care. However, the homes for the Lebensborn were in fact glorified prisons where the women, who were doing their patriotic duty by having a child for Hitler, were prevented from leaving by armed guards and barbed-wire fences. Even if a mother changed her mind and asked to keep her child, it was impossible without the consent of the father, who must be willing to adopt the baby. It was not until the papers were signed that the mothers learned that any child born with even the slightest defect would be immediately euthanized. This was a terrifying discovery for the women, as they were now powerless to protect their offspring. After the child was born, the mother was forced to leave the institution and any further knowledge of her child’s future was never revealed to her.
The year is 1943. The forests of Munich are crawling with danger under the rule of the Third Reich, but in order to save the life of her unborn child, Petra Jorgenson must escape from the Lebensborn Institute. Alone, seven months pregnant, and penniless, avoiding the watchful eyes of the armed guards in the overhead towers, she waits until the dead of night. Then Petra climbs under the flesh-shredding barbed wire surrounding the institute and, at risk of being captured and murdered, she runs headlong into the terrifyingly desolate woods.
Even during one of the darkest periods in the history of mankind, when horrific acts of cruelty became commonplace and Germany seems to have gone crazy under the direction of a madman, unexpected heroes come to light. And although there are those who would try to destroy it, true love prevails. Here, in this lost land ruled by human monsters, Petra learns that even when one faces what appears to be the end of the world, if one looks hard enough, one will find that there is always "A Flicker Of Light."
The Heart of a Gypsy
If you liked Inglorious Basterds, Pulp Fiction, Django Unchained, you’ll love The Heart of a Gypsy!
During the Nazi occupation, bands of freedom fighters roamed the forests of Eastern Europe. They hid, while waging their own private war against Hitler’s tyrannical and murderous reign. Among these Resistance Fighters, there were several groups of Romany people (Gypsies).The Heart of a Gypsy is a spellbinding love story. It is a tale of a man with remarkable courage and the woman who loved him more than life itself. This historical novel is filled with romance and spiced with the beauty of the Gypsy culture. Within these pages lies a tale of a people who would rather die than surrender their freedom. Come. Enter their little-known world . . . the world of the Romany. If you enjoy love, romance, secret magical traditions, and riveting action, you will love The Heart of A Gypsy.
Please be forewarned that this book contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature.
“A Nazi on Trial in God’s Court”
Himmler, Hitler's right hand man, has committed suicide to escape persecution after the fall of the Third Reich. What he doesn't realize is he must now face a higher court: God's court. In this story, he meets Jesus and is tried in heaven for crimes against humanity, and the final judgment may surprise you.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Published by Kindle Press, Seattle, 2015
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In 1917, many years before the Nazis terrorized the world, Great Britain made a promise to the Jews in Palestine and the Zionist Federation. The British vowed that if the Jews would support the Allied efforts in World War I, the British would “use their best endeavours to facilitate the achievement of . . . a national home for the Jewish people” in the country of Palestine. It was the dream of this homeland that kept many Jews alive while they suffered in concentration camps.
The Balfour Agreement
From the Jewish Virtual Library
The British government decided to endorse the establishment of a Jewish home in Palestine. After discussions within the cabinet and consultations with Jewish leaders, the decision was made public in a letter from British Foreign Secretary Lord Arthur James Balfour to Lord Rothschild. The contents of this letter became known as the Balfour Declaration.
November 2nd, 1917
Dear Lord Rothschild,
I have much pleasure in conveying to you, on behalf of His Majesty's Government, the following declaration of sympathy with Jewish Zionist aspirations which has been submitted to, and approved by, the Cabinet.
His Majesty's Government view with favour the establishment in Palestine of a national home for the Jewish people, and will use their best endeavors to facilitate the achievement of this object, it being clearly understood that nothing shall be done which may prejudice the civil and religious rights of existing non-Jewish communities in Palestine or the rights and political status enjoyed by Jews in any other country.
I should be grateful if you would bring this declaration to the knowledge of the Zionist Federation.
Arthur James Balfour
When World War II ended, the world gasped in horror at the atrocities that the Third Reich left behind. They were so appalled at the massive piles of dead bodies and emaciated survivors that they began hunting for Nazi war criminals. A military tribunal was formed with representatives from the United States, Russia, France, and Great Britain, and trials began for the Nazi criminals in Nuremburg, Germany. Several of Hitler’s elite could not face persecution and committed suicide while awaiting trial.
However, not all of the Nazis were caught. Before the war ended, the Third Reich had secured friendships with several South American countries. These countries offered safe harbor to those Nazis able to escape justice.
When Hitler was sure that his regime was lost, he went to his underground bunker with his longtime girlfriend Eva Braun, as well as Dr. Joseph Goebbels, Mrs. Goebbels, and the six Goebbels children to commit suicide. When the bodies were found, the six children lay on a bed asleep for eternity. Eva Braun, Dr., and Mrs. Goebbels lay dead as well. Even the lifeless body of Hitler’s beloved German shepherd was found. All of them had taken cyanide capsules. However, Adolf Hitler’s body was not with them. There has always been speculation that he may have escaped. On the other hand, what if we entertained the idea that in a secret mission, the Führer had been kidnapped and murdered?
Meanwhile, the broken and tortured Jews were liberated from their persecutors. Now they were free, but everything that they had had before the war was gone. They found themselves without homes, and most of them ended up in displaced persons camps. What suffering under Hitler had taught them was that the Jews needed a homeland, a safe place where they could go when the rest of the world turned their backs on them. So, remembering the promise that the British had made in 1917, the Chosen People turned to the United Kingdom and asked the British government for the land of Palestine. Arab resistance to a Jewish homeland in Palestine was strong. Seeking good relations with Palestinian Arabs in the hopes of retaining critical political and economic interests in the area, Great Britain failed to keep its promise.
Spandau Prison, 1947
At six a.m., a loud alarm sounded to awaken the prisoners, the captured notorious Nazis housed in the fortress known as Spandau Prison. The once highly respected Work Detail Führer, Manfred Blau, stretched.
It was the first of the month, and on the first of each month, the prison patrol changed hands. Each of four world powers took turns protecting the world one month at a time by lording over the Nazis serving time in Spandau. Today, the Americans assumed control. They were the best wardens; the food and treatment were humane under the US, unlike the month-long terms under the Russians. They were savages. Having fought the Germans on the battlefield, the Russians poured their remaining aggressions on this handful of Hitler’s top men. The Brits and the French were not as bad. Manfred wondered why the British didn’t engage in torturing the prisoners. After all, Germany had bombed the hell out Britain. Well, if you really gave it some thought, the Nazis had massacred the Americans in Normandy, too. There was really no rhyme or reason to their callousness; the Russians were just more brutal.
He quickly made his bed, if you could call it a bed. It was really no more than a simple iron army cot with a wooden board beneath the mattress. The board was placed there in a futile attempt to give the lumpy mattress some shape, but instead, it felt as hard as the black cement floor.
When the Nazis had controlled this prison, they’d painted the walls a dark forest green, causing the cell to feel as if it were closing in on its inmate. That was one of the Nazis’ means of extreme torture. Hitler’s henchmen had other methods, too, many of them even worse. But the Germans only used Spandau for political prisoners. Once the concentration camps were running, the Nazis began to employ even more vile methods of torment.
Manfred sighed. If he had to be incarcerated, at least it was never under the rule of the Third Reich. If he found the Russians brutal, he knew that they would appear like angels compared to his own party. He knew how heartless the Nazis were. They were trained to be that way. Any sign of weakness was not only frowned upon by the party, but it could cost the weakling his life. Weakness was considered a sign of inferiority and would not be tolerated in a member of Hitler’s superior race.
Manfred had not started out as a violent man, but he’d adapted. He had to in order to survive, to be accepted, to stay above scrutiny. So, he’d been brutal to the Jews that he had been forced to control at the two camps where he’d been stationed. His rough treatment toward them came from his disgust at having been forced to work in the camps in the first place. He was an artist. If his damn father-in-law had kept his nose clean, Manfred would never have been subjected to the vile conditions in the camps in the first place.
The guards would be coming to open Manfred’s cell any minute, but before they did, he wanted to take a look out the small barred window above his bed. He stood on the cot and gazed out, as he did every morning. The peacefulness of the dawn always seemed to calm him.
“Blau. 63927,” the guard said, banging his stick across the cell bars. “Let’s go. Get in line. Breakfast.”
Manfred left his cell and got into the procession of men. It always amazed h
Manfred smiled to himself. This was evidence that his jailers were still afraid of the Nazis. They knew that Germans were born smarter. That was why they had better be sure to take severe precautions to contain them. Deep down in their small minds, these Americans, French, British, and Russians knew that the Aryans were the superior race. And they also knew that the Nazi party would rise again.
As he did every morning, Manfred got in line behind Walther Funk, nodding to him as he did. Then behind Manfred was Albert Speer. He was the only man there whose company Manfred enjoyed. The men marched through a cafeteria line where their trays were filled. Then they proceeded to the long wooden table to take their seats. On the other side of the table sat Baldur von Schirach, Konstantin von Neurath, Karl Dönitz, and Erich Raeder. All the way down at the end, always alone, never associating with the others was the most important prisoner of all, Rudolf Hess.
In better times, when the Germans were winning the war, Manfred had seen Hess at parties. They had never spoken; Hess was a loner, always at Hitler’s side with Göring, Himmler, Eichmann, and Manfred’s best friend and mentor, Dr. Joseph Goebbels. Now they were all dead, except for Hess and the handful of men in Spandau Prison. Manfred had heard rumors that Eichmann had escaped, but he was not sure if they were true. He’d never known Eichmann very well. Once or twice, he’d seen him at meetings. Eichmann always gave Manfred a chill. His head was always cocked to one side, with that lazy eye, which seemed to be passing judgment on anyone who came under its glassy scrutiny.
The prisoners sat quietly eating their breakfast of two hard-boiled eggs, a slice of toast with butter, and a small bowl of applesauce. When the Russians were in charge, there was never any butter or applesauce and only one egg was served. Manfred looked at his plate and decided that it was good to have the Americans back. There would be strudel after dinner again. Yes, America prided itself on being humane even to the inhumane, Manfred thought, as he shook his head smiling. Foolish Americans. They reminded him of big St. Bernard dogs with wagging tails.
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