Armageddon_ A Novel of Berlin - Leon Uris [11]
Regierungspresidenten (governors of provinces).
Landrate (district magistrates).
Oberburgermeisters (mayors) of German cities of more than 100,000 population. 95 blacklisted.
Officials; Reich Ministry for Public Enlightenment and Propaganda/their regional offices.
Reich Ministry for Armament and War Production. 70 blacklisted.
Members of German Reichstag (Congress or Parliament). All members blacklisted.
Members of Supreme Court.
Members of Peoples Court.
Members of Special Court.
Members of Appeals Court.
Chief Public Prosecutors.
Arrest all.
University Rectors and Curators.
Labor Trustees. 40 blacklisted.
GROUP SIX: OCCUPIED COUNTRIES
Provisional Presidents. Reich Governors. 30 blacklisted.
Commissioner for Treatment of Enemy Property. Records are prime CIC target.
Head of Reichsstelle für Raumordnung (Dept. for foreign-area planning).
Chief of Military and Civil administration, occupied countries. 3,000 blacklisted for arrest.
GROUP SEVEN: MISC. CATEGORIES LISTED IN BOOK THREE
Police Presidents. 100 blacklisted.
Other key members police machinery. 320 blacklisted.
All members of the Nazi Party not accounted for otherwise holding rank of Beriechsleiter (group leader). 30,000 blacklisted for arrest.
Nazi Dozentenbund Officials (university lecturers).
Nazi Studentenbund (students bund). Nazi Kraftfahrer Corps Officials (motor pools).
Businessmen and others who have accepted Nazi honors
as Blut Orden (Blood Order)
or Ehrendolch (Honor Dagger)
or Ehrensold (Honor Pay).
Lists are very incomplete.
“Sean buddy, wake up!”
Sean’s head lay in the index book on his desk. Dante tugged at him. Sean’s head was full of annoying half dreams and pounding with overweariness. He lifted it, blew a breath. Dante Arosa came into focus. He smelled of whiskey and cigar smoke—and perfume from the show girl. “What the hell time is it?”
“Five A.M. You weren’t in the room so I figured you must have corked off.”
“Yeah ...must have dozed ...”
Dante helped him close the volumes, lock them in the safe.
“You’ve got the hard job,” Sean said. “All I have to do is give my opinion and watch it shoved down the drain. You’ve got to sit here and identify the pictures of these bastards. I was just about to explain why the Wehrmacht ... ”
“Get to bed You’re walking crooked.”
“Sometimes I sit here in the middle of all this puke and wonder what in the hell we’ve run into. Just one big goddamned daisy chain with eighty million players.”
Chapter Five
ONE OF THE THINGS Sean found so exciting about Nan Milford was her unalterable calm. He wondered if fire or flood could unnerve her. But now Nan showed visible signs of discomfort. “From the instant we met we have been working toward this moment,” she said.
“We didn’t invent adultery. It doesn’t bother some people. It bothers the hell out of us.”
“God, I’ve had a splitting headache all day.” She poured herself a cognac, felt it burn through her enough to soothe her leaping nerve ends.
Sean looked across the room at the omnipresent photograph of Major G. Donald Milford. “He’s a nice guy, isn’t he?”
“Donnie? Donnie is a lovely man. I shall tell you what kind of a man Donnie is. He would not only forgive me but he would understand.”
“It would be a lot easier if you were married to a rat. I’m a nice guy, too, Nan. You’ve gotten to me too deeply. We’re going to make a mess if we keep going.”
Nan forced herself to remain calm. Sean wouldn’t like a hysterical woman. What to say? How about me? I didn’t bargain for this, either. Donnie was comfortable. We were the same kind ... dull and comfortable. Can I say ... Sean, you make an animal out of me! I crave the things you do to me and make me do. They will never happen again to me ...
She spoke slowly and deliberately. “Donnie was gone for a year before he was taken prisoner in 1941. He was gone almost four years before I met you. That justifies nothing, of course. I would have gladly traded places with Donnie. Behind barbed wire he has no choice or conscience to fight. I think it is more difficult to be free and know you must