Fan fiction by Michael J. Watkins
He walks feverishly along the sidewalk. His thirty-inch stride takes its toll on his calves. "Breathe deep… slow down, dumbass!", he thinks to himself, "Let's be a little obvious." He manages to slow his pace and shorten his stride a bit. Almost as suddenly, he stops to survey the surrounding establishments. When he finds the coffee shop, he squares his shoulders towards the front door and makes a beeline for it. Pausing to wipe his forehead, he re-settles his backpack. Upon entering he just stands there and inhales deeply through his nostrils much to the amusement of everyone surrounding the door.
"Quit standing there, get a latte and sit down!" gestures a man in the corner. After several minutes in line, the guy sits down...
"Professor, where did you find this place?" inquires the twenty-something.
"You're not this loud in class. Do you..."
"Oh sorry, I just got carried away.", relieved that nobody noticed.
"That is something you are going to just have to control. Especially since what we are about to discuss requires a modicum of restraint.", says the professor.
"Is this about..."
"I knew it!"
"Will you, please?" the professor shoots him a milk-curdling glare, "I asked you here to explain a few things in a little more detail but with a little more discretion. You're a resourceful one, but if you're not careful... curiosity killed the cat ." The professor continues, calmly, "You are correct. My real name is not Seph Moeller, but you must continue to... No, don't even ask. I will never tell you my real name and I guarantee you will not find it in any computer. Don't look so defeated, what I will tell you will more than make up for it... Yes?"
"At least tell me where you got your internet addy from."
"Sapham?? It's Hebrew for 'mustache'. That was a nickname branded on me by some friends I acquired after WWII. Between what I did in the war and my facial hair, they deemed it amusing and it stuck."
"World War Two?"
"Yes, I was a member of the Schutzstaffel.… actually, I was just a trainee; 16 at the time. We had been preparing for an inspection by Hitler himself. Everyone was excited but me… I dreaded the day. I didn't know what I would do if I ever met him, face to face. I wanted him dead. I wanted lot's of things, like, to survive the war. It was difficult for many to dislike him. He had pulled Deutschland out of an impossible depression, financially and emotionally. Anyway, preparations were in order for arrival the next day. We had been doing extra training with the dogs, polishing everything; that sort of thing. That night in the kennels someone called to me as I was grooming my dog, Koenig. 'Jounger, komm hier, jetz!' Not recognizing the voice, I unleashed my dog. I responded, 'I don't know you, who are you?' I stepped closer to the darkness. 'Where are…?' and before I could finish someone jumped from the shadows. They had covered my mouth before I could sound an alarm. Fortunately, before the man could do anything to me, Koenig had bitten him on the arm and he dropped his knife. I picked it up and stabbed him in the chest. I turned to face the others coming to his assistance. I called out for help. One of them looked at his fallen comrade and muttered, 'Baruwkiym 'atem la-Yahweh'. I just stared as he ran off. I turned over the one I had attacked. 'Who are you? Where are you from?' I asked him. His only reply was, 'You have betrayed us, brother?' 'I haven't betrayed anyone.' I said as he died.
"They found a Mogen David branded over his heart. The inspection was canceled. I never met Hitler, fortunately. I hated what he did, what he drove people to do..."
"How can you say that? Why not just let those commandoes through?"
"Because at the time I was a little more concerned that he was going to kill me. Don't worry, I had plenty of time to think about it..."
"As you kill off your own people to save yourself," the student interrupts.
"I did that, yes, but I did my part here and there. I freed Jewish prisoners when I could blame someone else for their escape. I did it under their very noses. Unfortunately, the world never learned its lesson. The deaths of all those Jews would have meant something if the world had learned not to let a man like Hitler run rampant. For the human race to learn to protect itself, those Jews had to die to awaken people's senses to this."
"That has got to be the most absurd thing I have ever heard."
"Why should it? Think about it. Think about the Titanic."
"What about the Titanic?"
"All those people died; it's tragic, but look at what became of it. Regulations for lifeboats, safety concerns were raised. How many people have been saved because of those deaths?"
"The Holocaust is not the same."
"It should have been. Even today. I tried to tell people, I wrote pamphlets, anonymously and nobody would listen. Then one day a man named, Raymond Archer, asked me to go work for him..."