Messerschmitt 109

By Edmund Kingham

At the beginning of World War II, a young Luftwaffe pilot, lured into defending Germany from an attack by a great enemy, soon learns the horrifying truth of Adolf Hitler's intent to conquer the world through violence. His world is shattered and tainted when he personally witnesses the bombing of innocent women and children. Disgusted by Hitler's betrayal, he becomes reckless and full of hate, spiraling toward a showdown with devastating consequences. Germany 1944-the end was coming for the Third Reich. It would take something incredible to stop the advancing allies on their final drive to end the war. A plane that was years ahead of its time, and the men who could fly it, would regain the edge that the Luftwaffe had lost. A machine so powerful that the allies feared its very name, but as confusion and self-doubt gripped the young Luftwaffe pilots, questions begin to surface. Who is really winning this war?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644716731

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Messerschmitt 109

Edmund Kingham

ISBN 978-1-64471-672-4 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64471-673-1 (Digital)

Copyright © 2019 Edmund Kingham

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Where the Eagles Cannot Go

Black Skies

The Reaper Can Wait

A Cold Room

War Forever!

Red Fire

Edge of the white cliffs

The Legionnaire

About the Author

I dedicate this story to all the men and women of the armed forces,

to the millions of innocents who perished,

For there is no justification in conflict,

Or in the primal behavior that defines us in war…

Chapter 1

Germany 1944, the end was coming for the Third Reich, and it would take something incredible to stop the advancing allies on their final drive to end the war. A plane that was years ahead of its time, and the men who could fly it, would regain the edge that the Luftwaffe had lost. A machine so powerful that the allies feared its very name.

I was born in the mountain region of Bavaria, Southern Germany, in 1920.

As a young boy growing up, I spent many years hiking and camping, first with my father and then when I was old enough, the notoriously known German youth movement. I learned at a very young age how to hunt and kill, and even now as I think of it, the thrill of the hunt excites me.

The skills that I learned, of hunting and trapping prey deep in the woods, stayed with me all of my life, and I was convinced that nothing could replace the adrenaline that I got from it, that was the case, until I learned to fly.

I was thirteen when I joined the German youth movement, and I can tell you that my father begged me not to because he hated any form of organized groups and was very suspicious of the power and influence these groups had over people. In his mind, you had to be independent.

I was constantly assuring him that everything was okay, and that all we did most days was hand out recruitment leaflets, little did I know that we were laying down the seeds of the great war to come.

On the weekends, when we were dismissed, I would always head straight for the Bavarian mountains, a beautiful and majestic place, filled with deep lakes, carved from the ice age. I knew the land well, my land, and it was only here that I found peace and solitude.

German engineering was beginning to produce fantastic inventions, and by the time I was seventeen, the government was building the first of the new single propeller biplanes. They were originally designed to fly around the country and map out our borders more accurately, but they performed poorly and progress was slow. Barely two years into the project, they were decommissioned, and the designers went back to the drawing board.

The bell was ringing at the dining hall and continued on for some time until our commanding officer came in and asked for everyone’s complete attention. He announced that the armed forces would soon begin training exercises and that the Army, Navy, and Air Force would need volunteers.

I was immediately attracted to the Air Force and was excited at the prospect of flying a plane, so I did not hesitate and signed up even though it required long hours for the training, and no weekends home until I graduated.

We were all sent home to prepare and pack our bags. I had never been outside of Bavaria before, and I wasn’t even sure that what I was doing was even right, but the youth movement had taught me discipline of the highest order, and a strong sense of national pride was driving my ambitions.

The bus was early, and I began to gather my bags, and it was only then that I saw my father shaking his head. I asked him what was wrong, and he approached me with the strangest look in his eyes. His question to me was a haunting one when he asked me, Why would I be training with the armed forces when we were not at war? but I simply had no answer for him.

The bus left and headed south, and I knew straight away that almost all of the recruits had no idea of where they were going. This was my country, and in the distance, I immediately recognized the Alpine mountains of Switzerland, covered in crystal white snow, they stood majestic. This far south, we had to be close to Munich, or so I thought, but as we journeyed, on we went deeper and deeper into the forest, following rough unfinished roads that bounced us around like toys, until finally stopping.

Wing Commander Rikman got out and ordered us to follow him as he disappeared through a bunker that had been cut out from the hillside. After a few minutes, we found him, he was surrounded by a small group of men, and they seemed to be going over drawings, or blueprints, of a design that looked like a plane. It was nothing like I had ever seen before, and definitely nothing like the old, slow, and noisy crop spraying planes that flew over our house when I was a kid.

Rikman came over to our group and asked us all to consider that what we were about to see must remain a secret, he stipulated strongly that it was in the interest of national security, and that the project was still in its early stages of development. I was confused, but at the same time intrigued, as was everyone else in the room; but as we began speculating, I heard in the distance what sounded like heavy machinery being moved around.

I asked what was going on as Rikman led us all through another door that opened up into a gigantic hangar. It was easily over a hundred feet to the roof, which appeared to be removable. The hangar was well lit inside and looked stocked with plane parts, and it was then that I started to fully understand the secrecy behind everything. We were deep inside the Bavarian forest at a location known only by a few, and the Luftwaffe had gone to extreme lengths to avoid being detected.

Suddenly, part of the floor began to open and just kept