With the invocation of Hitler, this entire blog is invalidated.
Articles I read.Thought you might find them interesting.
Coco Chanel’s links to the Nazi occupiers of France:
But Chanel was unequivocal. She decided to place herself snugly in the enemy’s bosom, conveniently near to her shop. After the Paris invasion she fled to the country, but returned a year later to demand back her room at the Ritz, which had been commandeered by the Germans. There, aged 56, she shacked up with von Dincklage, a German playboy officer 13 years her junior, who may have been a spy and was known frivolously as “Spatz” or sparrow.
Horizontal Collaborators: the Brothels of Occupied France. Not safe for work pic.
The Nazis published an official guide to the houses, with guards posted outside the major ones when senior Nazis such as Goering were visiting.
Fees paid to the madams in charge were some of the highest in the history of the sex industry, with single visits often costing the equivalent of a senior officer’s weekly pay.
More than that, all visitors were encouraged to bring champagne, chocolates and cigarettes for their favourite girls, to maintain a sense of decorum in places which, on the surface at least, could project the image of a gentlemen’s club.
Awful Adolph up close in a Life Magazine photo essay.
What led Romanian dictator Ion Antonescu and his generals, soldiers, civil servants and farmers to murder 200,000 Jews (and possibly twice that many) “of their own accord,” as historian Armin Heinen puts it. Why did Baltic death squadrons commit murder on German orders in Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus and Ukraine? And why did German Einsatzgruppen — paramilitary “intervention groups” operated by the SS — have such an easy time encouraging the non-Jewish population to wage pogroms between Warsaw and Minsk?
Touching tale of lost love on the eve of D-Day.
Now 81, Monica remembers her first sighting of the U.S. servicemen, newly arrived in Wiltshire. She says: ‘They were the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division and they were nicknamed the Screaming Eagles after the bird of prey embroidered on their arm badge.
And, though we didn’t realise at the time, they were the elite. They had to undergo incredibly rigorous training, both mentally and physically. It broke those who were not up to it.
‘They were slim and fit and had flat-top crew cuts. And, of course, they were all so smart. Even the privates looked like officers in their beautifully tailored uniforms, cut from fine cloth which made the rough serge of my dad’s Home Guard uniform look homespun.’
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