father - home

The weather was fine that day, just like today, sunny and cloudless.

I hadn't carried out any military orders before that, so I was excited and a little nervous, got up early, packed my bags, arrived at the Anhalter train station just before 06:30, and I was going to The train from Berlin to Dachau will leave on time at seven o'clock.

Back then, special trains bound for concentration camps or transporting Jews, as well as military trains, were parked in the cargo area, out of sight of ordinary passengers.

When I got to platform three in the cargo area, the Dachau-bound train was already there.I noticed that the situation at the scene seemed a bit chaotic: a row of military trucks was parked at the rear of the locomotive, and SS soldiers with live ammunition were escorting the prisoners on the trucks to the train.Maybe at the beginning, the order could be maintained, but there were too many prisoners, and they were transported in stuffy tank trucks for transporting livestock. The carriages were high above the ground.So now a large number of prisoners have gathered in front of the train, clamoring and crowded.That's not enough, the problem is that on the same platform, outside the SS cordon, there are some people standing, and they are gathering more and more.There were men, women and children, some of them were well-dressed, some of them were very simple, and they all carried large and small bags of luggage in their hands.They stood there, watching the prisoners, not with curiosity, but with concern, horror, and worry.Needless to say, each of them had a big yellow Star of David pinned on their chests, but just from their black hair, big noses, and stiff, dignified facial expressions, you could tell at a glance that they were Jews.And more than half of the prisoners waiting to board the train were also Jews with the Star of David pinned to their chests.

A corporal blocked my way, standing at attention and saluting. "Sorry, sir."

I handed over the order to him.

"What's the matter?" At this moment, an officer came over, took my transfer order from the corporal, and looked at it. "So you are Dr. Matthias von Meissenbach."

He is a second lieutenant, the SS rank is the commander of the third commando squadron, and he should stand at attention and salute me, but he didn't.Thinking that he might be my future colleague, maybe he is also a scientific researcher like me, and his military quality is not very good, so I don’t care whether he salutes or not, but the way he speaks and the contempt in his tone make me very unhappy. My face pulled down. "Yes, I am Dr. Matthias von Meissenbach, SS Squadron Commander. Who are you?" Actually, I hate this "SS Squadron Commander". I would have preferred to use "Lieutenant," but at this point I not only used the title, but also emphasized the tone and paused on the heel at the same time.It was ridiculous when I thought about it later, my own military accomplishment was terrible, and my actions at that time must have been ugly.

But it did work, the smile on the corner of the second lieutenant's mouth disappeared immediately, and he handed over my transfer order respectfully, at the same time he paused on his heels, and owed his upper body. "Welcome, sir. I'm Second Lieutenant Weir Schenk, squadron leader of the [-]rd SS Commando."

I smiled slightly and stretched out my hand, "Hello, Second Lieutenant." I thought to myself, that's good, we still have to work together.

Unexpectedly, instead of shaking hands with me, he raised his right arm and said, "Hi! Hitler!"

I was more than shocked, I was a little angry.bad luck!Met this guy on the first day.Although my military rank is one level higher than his, but I am engaged in scientific research, and he is a combat personnel, so he will not take me seriously.I hope the concentration camp is big enough so that I don't meet this person often in the future, otherwise...

"Are you in charge of this mission?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what's going on?" I waved to the Jews.From the looks of it, you still have to put on some majesty of an officer.

"Oh, well, at [-]:[-] this morning, on platform two, there is a train bound for Enstadt, Czechoslovakia. These people are the passengers who were notified to leave Berlin on this train."

Platforms [-] and [-] are next to each other. In fact, passengers of both trains must stand on the same platform and wait for the train.Normally, in order to maintain order and avoid unnecessary riots and conflicts, the SS would make careful arrangements to stagger every train bound for concentration camps or transporting Jews, but today... this was not a small mistake.

"What? Why hasn't that locomotive come yet? If the locomotive came, these people would not stay on the platform if they got on it. You must know that the situation is very dangerous now." I asked sternly, As if the mistake was entirely Ensign Schenk's fault.I returned the anger I had just had to him.

Fortunately, Lieutenant Shen Ke also seemed to feel that he was responsible for this mistake, and he obviously lacked confidence when he answered. "I'm sorry, sir, it must have been negligent... But, I've made arrangements. Sir, nothing will happen."

"That's good." I said coldly.

"Sir, please allow me to take you to your box." As he spoke, Second Lieutenant Shen Ke respectfully moved out of the way, picked up my luggage, and led me the way.

My box was in the officer's car, at the rear of the locomotive, and we were standing at the front, so we had to pass in front of the growing crowd of Jews.The distance of tens of meters is definitely not an easy task for me.But over the years, I have gotten used to it, and ordinary Germans are used to it.We are used to hiding our inner world with a proud and indifferent appearance.I don't think anyone will see that I'm really trying to avoid the eyes of those Jews by raising my head up and lowering my eyelids like that.

I don't know if Second Lieutenant Schenk did it on purpose, but he gradually pulled behind me and talked to the soldiers from time to time.I couldn't stop and wait for him, so I could only go forward alone.

The expected accident finally happened.

With a shout of "Dad!", a boy about ten years old rushed out from the group of passengers.It happened so suddenly that the soldiers didn't react for a moment, watching the boy rush across the cordon and run towards the rear of the locomotive.

There was also commotion among the prisoners waiting to board in front of the seventh carriage.A middle-aged man was about to rush out of the team, but was immediately held back by his companions. The soldiers had pointed their bayonet-mounted rifles at them.

"Stop him quickly!" Lieutenant Shenk shouted behind me.

One of the soldiers closest to the boy caught up, grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him away.

The boy was dragged to the ground, resisted desperately, tried to shake off the soldiers, and cried out at the top of his lungs: "Papa! — Papa!"

The middle-aged man was stopped by his partner, and he could only respond in a hoarse voice: "Ban Ruier!—Ban Ruier!"

I saw the man holding a reflective object in his hand, shaking it towards the boy.

The boy went crazy even more.He probably bit the soldier who was pulling him.The soldier let go and threw the boy out at the same time.This bite hurt the soldier, and he became furious and kicked the boy with his foot.The boy was kicked out for a full three meters, turned over several times in succession, rolled to the edge of the second platform, and finally stopped.There was an exclamation from the crowd.It's dangerous!If he didn't stop, he fell off the platform.At this moment, there was a long cry, and the train bound for Ernstadt pulled into the station.The exclamation disappeared, whether it was drowned out by the siren of the incoming locomotive, or people were stunned.

The kick did not calm the soldier, and he charged at the boy with his rifle in hand.The boy was struggling to get up, and the soldier had already rushed in front of him.The soldier raised the butt of his rifle and threw it at the boy.If he was hit, the boy would definitely fall off the platform, and the locomotive that was entering the station would definitely...

It was so horrible that I couldn't even think about it.To be honest, although I am also worried about the boy, I am more worried about what will happen next.Once the situation gets out of control, with so many Jews and so many prisoners, the platform is already full of darkness. If someone is killed, then the SS guards we present will not be able to withstand so many people even though they have guns in their hands. Human beings must be trampled into flesh.Even if the riots are suppressed by force, many people will still die, and a chain reaction is likely to occur. No one can bear the responsibility for such incidents.I was terrified and yelled "Stop" and maybe Lieutenant Shenk was also yelling, but they were all drowned out by the siren.Nothing could be heard but sirens.

At this moment, a miracle happened, and I don't even know where he rushed out from.I saw a green figure flying past my eyes, hugging the boy.Seemingly being pushed by him, the soldier staggered and took a step sideways, and the butt of his gun was also smashed.He shouldn't have pushed too hard, because the soldier turned around immediately, swung his rifle again, and smashed it down hard.

It was too fast, and before the man supported the boy to stand up, he was hit in the lower back by the gun butt.This blow was real, and the impact was so heavy that I even heard the sound of "jumping", and the man fell to his knees immediately.

Only then did I see his back: he was wearing an almond-green Wehrmacht uniform, crisp breeches, and polished high-top riding boots.He is an officer!

There is no reason for this, I am angry, it is lawless.Although the SS was developed from Hitler's personal guard, it is the elite of the elite and never takes the Wehrmacht seriously, but an SS soldier can't treat an officer of the Wehrmacht like this.

I rushed towards them quickly.I was startled to see the mad soldier raise his rifle again. "Stop!" At this moment, the sound of the whistle was gone, and I couldn't believe it when I heard such a loud cry and the panic in the sound, it was me who shouted it myself.

My cry was really loud, the soldier froze for a moment, I had already rushed in front of him, and slapped him with my hand. "How could you, how could you treat an officer like this?" I was so angry that I didn't know what to say.

The soldier was stupefied by my beating, his face turned red, and he stood there stiffly. "I...sir...he is..."

"Get out! I don't want to see you again!" I scolded, turning my head and ignoring him.

I walked up to the man and reached out to help him. "How are you? Is it important?"

I was stunned: Not only did the man not wear a military cap, he didn't even have a collar badge or epaulettes. He was... Yes, I didn't hear what the soldier said about him just now.And that wasn't the only reason I was surprised, but also the face: black hair, not dark brown or brown, but pure black, even in the sun and still black and shiny.The thick, neat black eyebrows set off the black eyes with a breathtaking power, and with the thick and long black eyelashes, they are the most charming eyes I have ever seen.Beautiful face shape, high nose bridge, smooth skin... I never imagined that a non-Aryan blond, not even white, could be so perfect.

He glanced at me, didn't speak, just smiled.It was a look I will never forget: no trace of pain, anger or fear, just tenderness, gratitude and tolerance.

He took a harmonica from his pocket and handed it to the boy. "Ban Real, this is given to you by your father." I recognized that this harmonica was the thing that the middle-aged man was waving just now.

"Daddy," the boy said, holding the harmonica in his hands, tears streaming down his face. "It was my birthday that day... Dad went to the street to buy me a harmonica... and never came back..."

"Good boy!" He held the boy in his arms and said softly, "Don't cry, kid, now is not the time to cry, you are an adult now, you have to take care of mom and sister instead of dad. Did you hear that? "

The boy nodded tearfully.

After a while, he helped the boy stand up, very slowly, very slowly.I knew his back must be in pain, but outwardly, apart from his pale face, there was nothing to tell.

He finally stood up, stood up straight, and gently pushed the boy towards me. "Please, leave it to his mother."

He didn't address me sir or sir, but I wasn't angry at all.I stood holding the boy's hand and watched him step by step towards the No. [-] car.He walked slowly but steadily. Under the rising sun, his slender green figure was also perfect.

At this time, the entire platform was silent.Everyone was standing, only he was walking.Everyone was looking at him, but he raised his head, facing the sun, with that rainbow smile in his eyes.

The platform is bustling again.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, get out your notices and papers and get on the train." The purser of the train bound for Ernstadt began to greet his passengers, and a group of SS soldiers jumped out of the train. , and began to check and check the notices and certificates of passengers one by one.

I handed the boy over to his mother.I heard the mother say "Thank you!" but I couldn't even look at them, her "Thank you!" was so miserable.

Lieutenant Shenk finally got out. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't expect..."

I waved my hand, not wanting to listen to him.

Second Lieutenant Shenk was a little embarrassed. "Then I'll take you to the box."

"No need, second lieutenant, you'd better deal with the matter here."

"Yes, sir."

Lieutenant Schenk called a guard to show me to the box.