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- Aug. 28, 1989: A "Light Luncheon" With The Fuhrer
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Aug. 28, 1989 World War II:50th Anniversary
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- WORLD WAR II, Page 50
- A "Light Luncheon" with the Fuhrer
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- <p> The sound was like a tide pushing everything before it,
- remembers Richard Helms. He had never heard anything like it
- before, nor has he in the 53 years since Sept. 13, l936.
- </p>
- <p> By some strange fate Helms rode in the car just behind
- Adolf Hitler's that day in Nuremberg. Helms would later become
- director of the Central Intelligence Agency, but then he was a
- 23-year-old United Press reporter lucky enough to get a glimpse
- of history being forged. For 20 minutes, Hitler stood beside his
- SS chauffeur in his special Mercedes-Benz, engulfed in the
- frightening adoration that he ignited. Hitler's car moved
- slowly; his bodyguards in other vehicles patrolled at the sides,
- automatic weapons laid out on the car floors. The bareheaded
- Hitler, so ordinary a man in himself, seemed transformed. "The
- nonchalant flip of the hand and a faint smile acknowledged the
- tributes," Helms recalls. "Even little children spontaneously
- shot out their arms." The bright sun glanced off the red Nazi
- flags hanging everywhere.
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- <p> That morning Helms and a few other foreign correspondents
- had watched from the stands as Hitler marched to somber, rolling
- drums through 200,000 uniformed followers. "The wonder of this
- age is that you have found me -- an unknown man among millions!"
- Hitler shouted.
- </p>
- <p> Invited to a "light luncheon" with the Fuhrer, Helms was
- directed to a nearby castle, and made his way to the
- battlements. "Suddenly I heard from behind me a throaty voice
- say in German, `That's a lovely view.'" Helms turned and was
- face to face with Hitler, who had stepped onto the balcony.
- </p>
- <p> Helms recently exhumed his notes, which were written later.
- "A firm handshake, the Nazi salute, a smile. The personality of
- Germany's dictator was not hypnotic. Physical appearance: less
- attractive than from a distance. Hair: dark brown, fine in
- texture, inclined to rustiness in front, slightly graying on the
- crown. Eyes: bright blue. Skin: coarse with a pinkish tinge.
- Mustache: slightly shot with gray. Teeth: bottom row
- gold-plated, which leads to the hunch that they are false.
- Stature: shorter than expected. Uniform: brown boots and
- breeches, simple brown shirt, adorned only by the Iron Cross and
- Nazi brassard. Smile: humorless. Salute: stylized by throwing
- the hand back over the shoulder. Manner: pleasant, usually not
- at ease, knees moving back and forth nervously."
- </p>
- <p> Bolshevism was mentioned. "It was like hitting Hitler with
- a torpedo. He assumed the platform manner on a small scale, the
- toss of the head, the laugh of scorn, the sweep of the hand.
- Only the snarl was missing. `I have only one fear,' Hitler said.
- `It is that the countries around us, into which the poison of
- Bolshevism is eating its way, will succumb to the Red wave one
- after another. Moscow is seeking to dominate Europe. We shall
- never permit that.'"
- </p>
- <p> Just as suddenly Hitler subsided. He stepped to the parapet
- and waved to a few below who were shouting, "We want to see our
- Fuhrer!" Then the group went to lunch, Hitler surrounded by
- party members. He dined quickly and lightly. Helms recalls
- noting that the Fuhrer's favorite chocolates were neatly
- arranged next to his plate.
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