The Aliens Who Knew, I Mean, Everything ; Target- Berlin! by George Alec Effinger

Author:George Alec Effinger [Effinger, George Alec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497605541
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2011-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

FROM THE DESK OF ...

... HERMANN GOERING

Reich Master of the Hunt

June 10, 1974

Dear George:

It's been a long time since I've seen you. How are things in the Free World? Things are moving along at a rapid pace here, under the banner of National Socialism. I'm sure you're keeping up with events, but I'll bet we still surprise you. The next few years will be momentous ones in the history of the world. Isn't it kind of exciting, being on the inside?

Talk of war is heard on all sides. I'm sure you're keeping up to date on our air force, its size and capabilities, just as I receive reports on you and the others. I wonder if your reports are any better than mine. You must know that the Luftwaffe is in no shape to face a long, drawn-out war now. But there's no talking to Adolf these days. He has this timetable, he keeps telling us. Ah, well, we do our best. You know just how difficult this job is.

You probably also know that we've scrapped the idea of long-range heavy bombers. I don't suppose I'm giving away any secrets in saying that. We'd have to restructure our entire automotive industry. You've already beaten us there. But don't count us out altogether! You might wake up some morning to the sound of Volkswagen six-passenger luxury bombers driving by under your window. You know us. We have more Situation Contingency Plans than anyone even knows about—including me, Adolf, the OKW, or anybody. If we could just get everything indexed and sorted, we'd be in great shape. Too many personalities clashing for that, though, I'm afraid... .

Tell Diana that my Emmy tried her recipe for Mad Dog Chili last week. Emmy saw it in the New York Post. It was so good that I was in bed recovering for three days. That was a very nice profile on Diana, too. She must be happy. Emmy can't get anything like it here, in the Beobachter. I think Emmy's jealous.

If there isn't war by then, I'll see you in the fall in Milan for the air show. I wish I had your youth; nowadays, a few days away from Emmy means only that I'll end up with diarrhea. Regards to your... President (I almost wrote you-know-what).

Best,

H.

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