Adolf Hitler Jr: Volume 2

By Buck Young

Tenaciously pursued by NAZI hunters, Adolf Hitler Jr enlists in the U.S. Marines seeking anonymity. His enemies locate him and influence U.S Government agencies to assign him to Iraq where they believe he can be more easily killed... Suspense, fear and murders occur... Some other mentioned events and influences on the novel are: Adolf Hitlers private journal; Holocaust propaganda; The ark of the Covenant; Sexuality; Secret laboratories at Dimona, Israel and at Peenemunde, Germany; The Swastika symbol; UFOs; Aliens, Angels and Gods; Neo-NAZI atomic research; WW II: The Christian vs. Jew vs. Communist war; The Iraq religious war.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 30, 2006
• ISBN: 9781469107073

Buck Young

Author BUCK YOUNG believes that truth is stranger than fiction. He believes that fiction is frequently presented to the unwary as the truth. Many people allow themselves to make emotional decisions based on fiction instead of using the logic of truth. Books by BUCK YOUNG: THE MULATTO CONSPIRACY ADOLF HITLER JR, v.1 (Hunted) ADOLF HITLER JR, v.2 (Revenge) THE MEN OF LESBOS THE LAST OF THE MULATTOS THE YEAR OF THE ASS

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Adolf Hitler Jr lay spread-eagled on his belly in the slight depression he had made in the sand. He was clad in his camos and wearing a killing suit. He was looking through the night vision scope on his rifle. His ever watchful eyes moved continually as they searched for any movement in the barren sand desert and stone outcroppings before him. Only occasionally was his search distracted by the huge Camel Spider that scurried back and forth across the desert sands some ten feet in front of him. It ignored him. He watched with curiosity the little grains of sand thrown up by its feet as it sped along after some small insect he couldn’t yet see in the less than full light of the cool, true dawn. He idly wondered what it would do if he suddenly moved at it aggressively. Would it flee?, stand its ground?, or attack? Then he wondered, Why are men such that we strive against nature and against ourselves?

US soldiers returning from the First Bush Gulf War had warned the soldiers fighting in George W’s US war with Iraq, to be watchful of the spiders. The old soldiers claimed the larger eighteen inch spiders could run at a speed of up to twenty-five miles an hour and then leap upwards to more than three feet and latch onto the belly hair of a camel. Once attached to the camel’s belly hair, the spider injected the camel with a Novocain-like venom and feasted undetected by the camel on the camel’s living body. So, could a Camel Spider creep up on a sleeping man and inject the man with its venom and feast on the man without the man awaking?

With the increasing light, Jr’s eyes that had appeared to be black, changed in color to a deep blue. He tried to keep his eyes and mind alert for the imminent danger he knew was close to him. Still being ever watchful, he let his thoughts drift back to what seemed like yesterday but had occurred many months ago.

Jr’s facial features softened and a shadow of a smile stole across his handsome face as he thought with pleasure of the carefree time he had enjoyed as a teenager, never thinking about threatening danger, as he slowly and leisurely hitched and hiked from Tel Aviv in Israel to Iskenderun on the Mediterranean Sea where he had met his love, Gretchen Seifert, and her family. Then he had hiked Europe from Italy to Germany to England.

Back then, he remembered, he had traveled without a specific itinerary, but always in the back of his mind, he was haunted with a strong desire to visit Germany and Austria and particularly the Bavarian Alps. With great humility, he had visited the usual tourist sites such as the historic churches and public buildings in Oberammergau, and the ancient Neuschwanstein Castle of Kaiser Ludwig II. In due time he had found himself hiking Österreich and Salzburg. He loved Austria and Bavaria. There were the beautiful, mountainous, green, forested, lands of his father’s birth and youth!

One place he had really wanted to visit was the Adlerhorst (known in English as the Eaglesnest), his father’s old mountain-top retreat. His father’s chalet, der Bergholf, and all the other homes of the top leaders of the National Sozialistic Deutsche Arbeiter Partei (National Socialist German Workers Party)(NSDAP) that had been located on der Obersalzberg, had been destroyed by the Jews and their allies after WW II. The only surviving structure was the ancient Hotel zum Turken, beneath which still remains a section of the labyrinth of tunnels that had connected the hotel with the other buildings on the mountain.

Not far from Berchtesgaden, was the pristine Bavarian National Forest (BNF). There, at the tourist marina, he had taken passage on an electrically propelled tourist boat across the Königsei (King’s lake), and past the Eaglesnest, where the boat operator played a bugle duet with his horn’s echo from the vertical cliff walls. Three notes played on the bugle were echoed by the mountain cliffs. Then the bugler would play another three notes which were in turn echoed. It was like listening to a live bugle duet. At the far end of the lake, he and the other tourists had hiked a glacier between two Alps. Then with their lungs full of the cool mountain air, Jr and the boatload of tourists returned back past the Eaglesnest and to the tourist marina.

He had also visited the Dokumentation Obersalzbergmuseum. There he had learned that the Jews had placed several thousand plaques and information centers throughout Europe, especially Germany, all intended to gain sympathy for themselves at the expense of the Christian Germans. Jr wondered how many people really realized that WW II was a religious war between the Jews and the Christians and the godless Communists. He knew that in America the Jewish community was united in their propaganda efforts to publicize the link between the Christian and the Jewish religions, although in private the Jews had little or no sympathy for the teaching of Jesus Christ as the Son of God. Nor did they teach from writings containing his doctrines such as the Biblical New Testament. Their motive seemed to be a desire to reinforce the concept that the Christians had a religious obligation to support and protect the Jews.

Jr had backtracked and took passage on a bus to the Hotel zum Turken. He had hiked from the museum up the steep road with its hairpin turns to the base of the six thousand foot peak. He had entered into the tunnel and rode the elevator up to the Kehlsteinhaus (located on the former site of the Eaglesnest), now occupied by refreshment rooms and a restaurant. What a dizzying, beautiful sight from the top of the mountain. Jr felt like he was in the hand of destiny. His father and mother must have felt similarly. His parents had hiked these very same forested mountains with their deep, cold and clear lakes. His father and mother had spent many happy hours here in the 1930s. His handsome father, Adolf Hitler, and his beautiful mother, the former Eva Braun, had told him about hiking these Alps. And about swimming and water skiing on the Königsei. In fact he had an old photo album, in storage in the US, that had been given him by his mother, that included photos of his mother as a girl water skiing on this very lake and doing exercises on the beach with the lake in the background. The album also included many photos of both his father and mother taken at Eaglesnest. Both his father and mother had been photography enthusiasts. In those days many people had began experimenting with photography. In fact his parents had met when his father had brought some of his camera film to be developed into the photography shop where his mother had been employed as an apprentice photographer.

Much of the BNF area was now fenced. Only groups guided by the BNF employees were allowed beyond the fences. Trespassing off the marked trails was verboten everywhere. Jr noted with displeasure that the victors had destroyed his father’s masonry and wood buildings. But his thoughts were then uplifted and he knew that the God-given German Christian spirit of survival and freedom remained.

The victorious Jews and their Allies did not want any positive reminder of his father, Adolf Hitler, that might encourage or perpetuate any pleasant memory of the Nazis so hated by the Jews. (‘Nazi’ is a derogatory descriptive word coined by Jewish journalists. It was never used by the patriotic Germans within Germany.) The Jews wanted only reminders of the ‘despicable’ treatment of the Jews. The Jews never mentioned the traitorous actions of the Jewish-Communist resistance that had finally led to their isolation by the German government. The Jews attempted to erase Adolf Hitler’s memory by placing their plaques on every notable reminder. Ironically, Jewish propaganda even included a ‘forward’ denouncing Adolf Hitler which was added in the front of each copy of his book, Mien Kempf (My struggle), which was printed after the war. The Jews also passed legislation outlawing the Swastika symbol of the old NSDAP political party. But they could not overcome the Christian German spirit of freedom and faith in their God.

Jr had noted that many of the Jewish plaques inform the reader of six million Jews that died (Other sources estimate a much lesser number.) in the WW II religious struggle, but they never mention any of the other estimated one hundred and sixty-eight million non-Jewish people that also died in wars during the twentieth century. Thus the excessive numbers of plaques and Holocaust mementos are but thinly disguised Jewish religion proselytizing efforts. Jr had read that the Jews constitute only two percent or less of the world’s population. But they were involved in most of the wars. Many of the wars were sparked by the Jew-Communists as if fulfilling a death wish. WW II had resulted in a large number of Jewish deaths. But the percentage of Jewish deaths was a relatively small percentage of overall war related deaths. How sneaky clever it was of the Jews to hide their WW II guilt by continually blaming their Nazis adversaries by every means possible.

Jr wondered, Are the winners always right and the losers always wrong? What happens to those pronounced guilty by a judge, when the judge himself is found guilty?

It seemed to Jr that everywhere he traveled there were Jews telling and retelling their experiences about escaping the Holocaust. If that many escaped, how could the number of deaths they were claiming be so large? Is it only the lucky that had their prayers answered by their God? Why did their God turn a deaf ear to the cries of the unlucky? Why didn’t the Jews emigrate from Germany when ordered to do so by those in power?

Jr remembered how he had been quietly and thoughtfully hiking a little-used and sun-dappled footpath. The path wound around one of the shadowy and heavily wooded mountains in the Bavarian Alps. Suddenly and quietly he entered a small sunlit meadow. He espied an old, one-legged, man who was seated on a large rock with his head bowed in prayer. The old man wore the traditional colorful mountaineer’s hat and other clothing of that locality. Jr did not approach the praying man. Instead he stopped and rested by leaning his back against a tree while he waited for the man to finish his prayers. Jr was relishing the beauty of the area and listening to the birds calling when the old man finished his prayers and suddenly turned to look directly at him. The old man had piercing light blue eyes. A tremendous gray mustache crossed his face. The old man signaled for Jr to join him and Jr obliged him.

The old man introduced himself as Herr Lex von Mark. He had a kind but wrinkled and weather-worn face. A small nondescript backpack lay beside him on the rock upon which he sat. Herr Mark, obviously had what he thought was an important story to tell. He said, he was inspired by answer to his just concluded prayers that Jr was, ‘The one who should come’, and was ‘Appointed.’ to hear his story.

Herr Mark explained that as a child he had been orphaned and would have surely died had not Adolf Hitler’s social welfare youth program taken him from the München slums where he was starving and being corrupted. He was placed in a youth camp in the Alps where he received good food and instructions in healthy exercises and in Christian principles. In this, his story was no different than thousands of other youth, he said. Herr Mark had eventually joined the Luftwaffe and served faithfully until he had been wounded and lost a leg when the airfield where he was stationed was attacked by Jewish-Communist saboteurs in 1938. Herr Mark had been pensioned and sent to a small Alpine village to recover, and where he had sat out the following war. Along with the other poor villagers his only knowledge of the war was from the radio reports and the tales of the few travelers passing through the then poverty stricken, out-of-the-way, village. The village was occasionally bombed by a few of the myriad of planes flying overhead.

At the conclusion of the war, inflation had robbed him of his pension and he had lived a subsistence life bringing fire-wood from the forest to the village and by growing a few vegetables and raising a few chickens and a pig. He had wanted to travel to Berlin to see for himself the devastation caused by Germany’s conquerors but had not been able to afford to do so until shortly after the time that the Berlin Wall had been destroyed. By that time much of Western Berlin had been rebuilt but the Eastern section was still devastated. Oh how he had mourned for the once beautiful city of Berlin he had remembered from his visits there during his military furloughs.

Among the places, Herr Mark had gone to visit was the area of the rumored Führerbunker, where Russian troops had reported many years earlier that his admired benefactor, Adolf Hitler, had killed himself, and his body had been cremated by his staff. There he had watched as several foreigners, who spoke what he knew to be French and English, were using magnetic detectors in an attempt to locate the foundation and underground walls of the structure destroyed by the Russians. His curiosity aroused, he himself had poked around in the weedy rubble which spread over a large area. He had discovered a small hole about the size of his fist. His curiosity prompted him to drop a small rock into the hole. When he had dropped in the small rock it fell quite some distance into the void before a thud told him it had hit bottom. He had said nothing to anyone. He marked the location of the hole with two rusty cans and a bottle he found nearby. He had returned to the hole after dark and managed to enlarge the hole sufficiently for him to squeeze foot first into the void. With his lighted candle he had found himself in a dank, rubble strewn, subterranean chamber located some 200 meters from where the foreigners had placed small red flags on wire posts indicated where they thought the outer walls of the Führerbunker had been located.

As best he could remember, the musty underground chamber had been filled with many large spider webs and had also contained a very small plain wooden table and two old straight-backed wooden chairs, an old basin and pitcher, a large canteen, an old rusty broken kerosene lantern, the remains of a cloth sack, rusty shears, two sets of old, cracked and moldy leather military boots, the ragged remnants of two German Wehrmacht officer’s uniforms and caps, and a woman’s skirt and blouse. He had found a small moldy journal in an inside pocket of one of the coats of the men’s uniforms. He had put the journal in his pocket. He was still exploring with his candle when he had noticed the bundle of unexploded dynamite. Immediately upon first sight of the unexploded dynamite, he had become greatly frightened. He had immediately extinguished his candle and climbed out of the hole in the dark, and quickly departed. Later he found he still had the old journal in his pocket. At the time he had considered the other items as unimportant rags and rusty junk and he was afraid of the unexploded dynamite whose detonating wires could be seen connected to the dynamite and passing out of sight under the rubble.

Several days later, having considered the possibilities of the journal, and being hungry, he had second thoughts to return and recover the other items and perhaps sell them or trade them. Or perhaps someone would be interested in the site he had found and would reward him. Upon returning to the site, he discovered the entire area had been bulldozed level, concrete foundations and a slab floor for a new building were in place, and a guard was posted. The red flags on their wire posts had all been removed. The chamber had apparently been crushed and filled with rubble and leveled. No sign of its location remained. Nor was he even sure in which direction from the new concrete floor slab the chamber had been located. Nor was he even sure as to the location of the supposed Führerbunker walls. He did not think the old rags and junk items were sufficiently valuable to undertake their location and salvage. Even if it were possible.

He had said nothing to anyone about his discovery. Following the war the Jews controlled Germany, as they do Europe today. The Jews did everything possible to ferret-out anyone they could label as a Nazi and hound them, sometimes to death. Nazi was the Jewish and foreigner’s derogatory word denoting anyone who was a member of the NSDAP, no matter how insignificant their role in the party had been.

He said that before the war the NSDAP had done much good for Germany. They had prevented the Jewish-Communists from taking Germany under the political control of godless Communistic Russia. They had freed Germany from slavery to the hated French. They had restored an uplifting national spirit to a thoroughly dejected people. They had given jobs to the unemployed. They had provided food to the hungry and starving. They had devised a workable national health program that had been instituted. They had instituted a pension program for young mothers. They re-instituted a national retirement pension program. They had eliminated much political corruption. They launched a campaign against homosexuality, prostitution, and tobacco and alcohol use. They had commenced a governmental program to build beautiful, but functional, buildings, roads, and bridges. They promoted the classic arts. They had developed the world’s best railroad system. They had developed the world’s best civil air force for commercial passenger travel. They had rebuilt Germany’s army, navy and air force. They had developed a booming economy. They had established internal law, order and security. And there were many other attributes such as world-wide archaeological and paleozoological exploration efforts and the recovery and preservation of ancient artifacts worldwide.

In those days it had been a privilege to be a member of the NSDAP and wear the Swastika, a symbol of the party in power in Germany. And of its true principles of ‘Germany Awake.’ and of ‘I Believe.’ and of ‘I Will Struggle.’ Almost every patriotic German was a NSDAP party member. After the war every German had to deny party membership to escape persecution by the Jews. Herr Mark did not wish to bring prosecution on himself nor on his family. So he did not wish to bring attention on himself by generating media hysteria by disclosing the existence of the underground chamber and the journal, and cause speculation about what they could mean, now that the location of the underground chamber was unknown. He had also realized that if the journal got into the wrong hands it would be destroyed just as the Jews had destroyed other German NSDAP artifacts.

That was many years ago. Now he was old and nearing death. For many years he had prayed about what to do with the journal. It was written in a form of Deutsch mostly unfamiliar to him. And the deteriorated paper made deciphering the faded words that much more difficult. In answer to his sincere prayers he was inspired to come to this spot and await he who should have the journal. This he had done everyday for many long days. Jr was ‘called’ to be the recipient of the journal the old man was sure.

Jr, though skeptical, had graciously agreed to accept the gift. Those that are destined for a ‘calling’, often don’t immediately recognize the ‘hand of God’ in the calling.

Old Herr Lex von Mark handed the journal to Jr. It was small enough that it could have been easily slipped into a secret pocket by its owner. It had been lovingly wrapped in a small, treasured, silken, scarf by the old man. Jr unwrapped the scarf and stared at the journal. He looked the cover over very carefully, outside and inside, front and back, and discerned no title nor mention of the writer’s name. He randomly opened the journal at several different pages and scanned the writing. The journal was unsigned but appeared to have been written with no intention of being published. It was more a log of ideas and personal thoughts and a source of personal reminders. Jr recognized many of the words and phrases but knew he would need to spend many hours of study to understand the intentions of the writer of the faded contents. He rewrapped the journal in the scarf and placed it in his backpack.

With his first glance at a written entry in the journal, Jr’s eyes had opened wide and he had choked as he stared because he had immediately recognized the handwriting as that of his father, Adolf Hitler, who was now speaking to him as if by a voice out of the dust. Though the world might deny it because of the words of charlatans and others with ulterior motives, he was positive the writing was the work of his father. His father, Adolf Hitler, must have mistakenly or perhaps intentionally left the little journal behind in the underground secret chamber when he and his wife, Eva Braun, and Dr. Mendells, had changed clothes and disguised themselves there those many years ago in 1945, as his mother, Eva Braun Hitler, had later told him. She had not mentioned the journal. She must have been unaware of its existence. How in the world could a secret journal of his father, Adolf Hitler, come into his son’s possession, the possession of Adolf Hitler Jr, these many years later and so far away except by miraculous means?

The reminder of his father made him think about the time when Jr had only been about ten years old and had watched as his father had died as a result of fighting off three Mossad murderers while defending his son from intended rape by the thugs. He winced and a tear came into his eye.

But in the first ten years of his life Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun Hitler, his father and mother, had taught their son much about the world and the evil motives of men, especially their enemies, the Jews, who had sworn to kill any and all Nazis and any and all descendants of Adolf Hitler and his wife, leaving neither root nor branch. It was an irony, perhaps too simple for the Jewish mind to grasp, that if they held the son responsible for the sins of the father, they in turn could not escape the responsibility for the sins of their fathers for their crucifixion of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, as Martin Luther had proclaimed.

Herr Mark invited Jr to stop at his home for the night. As it was near dark and he was in no hurry, Jr readily agreed to do so. Jr realized the evening meal would prove to be enjoyable and exciting when the old couple’s daughter, Inga, a teen-aged beauty, appeared from the kitchen to serve the food prepared by her and the old man’s Frau, Helga. Jr guessed that Inga was one hundred and ten pounds of blue eyed,