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Term Paper Title	Cross Of Iron
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Cross of Iron

I was a young man then, another blind ignorant victim of the
lies.  No, that isn't fair.  It is true that I was raised from
birth under a torrential downpour of Aryan philosophy and daily
evidence of its dubious accomplishments.  Yet I know now that my
mild acceptance of those 'truths' was my own failing, and cannot
be laid at the feet of another.  She taught me that.

     I first learned of Her in the early summer of 2004.  I was
dusting quietly in the far corner of the Fuhrer's chambers,
totally immersed in the importance of my work.  It was my third
year as personal valet to Hitler, my eighteenth year of life.  I
am the oldest of the second Sifted generation, a 'living witness
to Aryan supremacy' as Hitler used to say.  I had one more year
with Hitler, followed by two years of combat duty, most likely in
the Americas hunting down the resistance with the Special Force.
At age twenty-one I would then enter the academy and embark upon
my pre-ordained rise to the highest tiers of power on Earth, the
Imperial Staff.  I was half way toward ruling the world.

     My hearing is far keener than an unsifted person's.  To this
day I cannot help but wonder how Hitler could have overlooked
that fact.  He personally commanded the specifications which the
gentechnologe, the genetic engineers, would eventually imbue in
my brothers and I.  There are those who claim that his madness
was not completely cured by the transformation.  Perhaps the
reason lies there.  I have no other.

     Was Hitler always mad?  She taught me that madness, nay -
let us say sanity, is not an absolute to be bandied about with
the false conviction of expertise.  Rather, She judged him ill,
severed in body as in mind from the wholeness of the Earth, a
hardened shell of greed and hatred.  Oblivious.  Blind.  Deaf.

     So.  The great doors swung open silently and the Fuhrer's
Steward strode in, his bearing immaculate.  He was of the first
Sifted generation, every bit as textbook Aryan as I but otherwise
merely human.  The Reich's gentechnologe were cautious then, wary
of superseding the 'culmination of natural selection'.

     "Oberstleutnant Grupp of the Special Force, mein Fuhrer," he
intoned solemnly.

     After three years I knew at once when someone was meeting
Hitler for the first time, even without looking.  There was an
electricity in the air, a tangible sense of awe that permeated
the room.  He glanced up from his desk terminal petulantly as the
nervous officer was ushered into the room.  Only when the door
began to close behind the retreating Steward did he deign to rise
from behind the vast mahogany desk.  If the gesture was meant to
awe it certainly succeeded.

     Hitler was a hundred and fifteen then; although, with the
exception of the silver hair and moustache, he looked to be at
the high end of thirty.  The same genetic science which had
facilitated my 'superior' genes had transformed Hitler:  from a
frail and rapidly deteriorating despot of sixty-two to a living
god, with a towering, Herculean physique and vigour to match.
Another half century of seemingly boundless energy had given the
revitalized Hitler the strength, and charisma, to conquer the
remaining world, including our allies in the War of Destiny, the
Japanese.

     He always sat in the Reichsthron when meeting someone for
the first time.  You have heard that it is crafted from the bones
and skin of blacks and Jews.  That is a lie.  It is simply a
massive, jet black leather chair, nothing more.  It is the
occupant who consummates the evil.  The throne simply is; like
the blanket you sit upon.  A tool has no purpose, no goal, She
would have said, only potential.  We animate the inanimate with
our hope, our fear.

     "Heil Hitler," snapped Grupp with requisite frenzy.  Hitler
must have nodded, for he continued, "Mein Fuhrer, I bring a
verbal report from the Americas, concerning the woman they call
the Second Christ."

     That got my attention.  Hitler had guests by the thousands,
an...

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