I think this is my best novel thus far. Of course I think this about every book I complete. No one derives more pleasure from the book than its author. This book mixes history with a fictional story of the inner actions of both Germany's and England's inner circles of leadership. It answers some of the questions of the inner workings of why World War II happened and how it progressed. I have my own ideas about this and have chronicled them in this book. It is the story of a young man, Eric Jansen, sent to England to deliver wetsuits to the British Navy. Off the coast of Iceland his ship is taken by a German U-boat. Only the wetsuit saves his life and he is the only survivor. Two months later, five women aviators are rescued by Eric in a daring rescue at sea. A month later a freighter sinks the U-boat by the ingenuity of its chief engineer. The story moves to Germany where Eric is befriended by Joseph Goebbels, the head of the propaganda ministry for the Third Reich. The story is filled with action, suspense and romance as it continues through World War II and beyond. This book like all my books is just over two hundred pages in length and will provide the reader with a unique look at the individuals behind Germany's and England's inner circles of power.
INNER CIRCLES
By William PostAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2010 William Post
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4520-3277-1 Chapter One
INNER CIRCLES
Eric Jansen was lying on his bunk when he heard an explosion and ran out on deck just as a shell slammed into the ocean near the bow of the ship. He turned his attention to a German U-boat and heard her captain speak from a public address system.
A shrill voice with a German accent said in English, "I will give you fifteen minutes to board your lifeboats. Anyone who is still aboard will go down with the ship. If you understand this, blow your horn twice."
The captain of the ship blew the horn twice and said over the loud speaker, "Abandon ship, I say again, abandon ship."
Everyone ran for the lifeboats, but Eric. He remembered the last words his father had told him, "No matter what it takes, do not let the wetsuits fall into enemy hands."
Eric dashed back into his cabin and began changing into his wetsuit. He was skilled at this and had it on in less than five minutes. He then took the lid off his wooden footlocker by breaking it off its hinges with his foot. He laid the two other wetsuits on the lid and put a pair of jeans, a wool shirt, two white tee shirts, shorts, his tennis shoes and socks on it. Stripping a blanket off his bed he wrapped it around all of this. He then remembered the emergency kit and ran to his drawer and removed it and laid it on the stack. Rearranging the articles so they lay flat on the locker top, he wrapped the blanket around all of this and secured it with parachute cord he cut from a roll. He wrapped the cord around several times in both directions.
The second mate stuck his head in the door and said, "You had better get going, your lifeboat is about to launch."
Eric shouted back, "I'm on my way."
He wasn't though. He put his package against the wall and crouched behind his bed as he knew someone would check all the cabins one last time. In just a few minutes he saw the legs of the captain. He stopped and looked into Eric's cabin and then moved on.
Eric could hear the lifeboats being launched and he still waited. He then crawled out of his cabin on his stomach and over to the railing facing the U-boat. He peered over the edge of the scuttle and could see all the lifeboats in the water. He then crawled back to his cabin, picked up his package and went to the other side of the ship.
He threw his package overboard and jumped holding his flippers and facemask against his stomach with both hands. He lost them all when he hit the water but quickly retrieved them and found his package floating near him. The wetsuits had excellent buoyancy so he put his chest onto his package and began using his flippers to propel him. He moved swiftly through the water. He was nearly a half mile away when he heard the first of many shells exploding. He was shocked to see the U-boat shooting their deck gun at the lifeboats. He could hear men screaming and shouting. He was at least a mile away when he saw a rubber boat with an outboard motor going toward the area where the lifeboats had been sunk. A sailor on the rubber boat had a machinegun which he used ever so often. Although Eric couldn't see the men, he could hear the chatter of the machinegun and knew they were killing all survivors.
Eric swam as quickly as he could toward the landmass he knew was Iceland. It took him just under two hours to reach shore. Gigantic cliffs were the only shore he could see. As he was trying to find someplace he could get a handhold, he saw an opening in the cliff about a hundred yards east. He swam toward the opening and found it was a river. The opening was about eighty feet in width, but as he entered the opening he saw it widened considerably after fifty yards or so into a bay. He was against the west wall which curved back away from the opening forming a small hidden cove. He swam into the cove hoping he could find someplace to rest. Inside the cove he saw the opening of a cave which could not be seen unless you were within the small cove.
Eric reasoned that this could be a place to rest, so he paddled through the small entrance. Inside the cave he found it was illuminated by a hole at the top. The light was intensified by the glow of the phosphors deposited on the walls by the sea. The bottom of the cave rose at a gentle upward angle and soon he was out of the water. The opening at the top of the cave was accessible by climbing a steep slope to the top. He noticed there were handholds which must have been carved into the rock by someone.
Eric pulled his package from the water and put it against the east wall of the cave. He then returned to the overhead opening and climbed to the top using the handholds. At the top he had an unobstructed view of the ocean. The first thing he noticed was the ship he had been on being towed toward him by the U-boat. This alarmed Eric as he knew they were headed for the same river opening that he had entered. He quickly went down to the cavern's bottom.
Eric thought, "Calm down, don't panic." He noticed that where he had walked the floor was covered with thick dust with no other footprints but his. This reassured him that no one knew about this cave or at least had not been inside it for some time. He reasoned that unless you were in the cove you couldn't see the opening of the cave.
It was near dusk and his curiosity had the better of him so he put on his diving mask and flippers and interred the water again. He reached the entrance of his cove and peered across the river which at this point was approximately five hundred feet in width. He noticed a flat rock along the east bank that rose gently from two to five feet above the water. The flat rock had been made into a dock as he could see a number of wooden posts wrapped with rope to keep a ship from abrading its side when it was moored.
The rock dock was at least seven hundred feet in length. The dock continued inland for about fifty feet where another vertical cliff rose about twenty feet. At the top he could see a large wall that was made out of boards. The wall probably covered a large cave opening and acted as a sliding door that was partly open. About that time the U-boat and the freighter entered the river and were soon docked.
The same shrill voice of the man who ordered the ship abandonment began shouting orders in German. In just a few minutes the U-boat's crew was unloading the freighter with the freighter's crane. Another crane that Eric hadn't noticed was on the upper rock moving the goods to the top. He heard the whine of a truck or tractor as it pulled up to take on cargo.
After a few minutes of observing the activity across the bay, Eric decided to explore his new home before it became too dark. Inside the cave he unwrapped the blanket and laid the two extra wetsuits on a flat area at the extreme east end of the cave. This area was like a room. Observing more closely, Eric could see that someone had once lived there. He saw the remains of old chairs, a table and bed that were deteriorated by dry-rot.
He saw a fireplace that had an iron grate with a large cast iron pot on it. He hung his wet clothing out to dry with his blanket over the fire place. He gathered some of the decayed wood and put it in a pile in the fireplace. With a match from his emergency kit he started a fire hoping that the fire would last long enough to dry his clothing and blanket. He took the "K-ration" out of the emergency kit. The military used this for emergency food. He hadn't eaten since...