Nemesis

Nemesis was looking. It was his 50th birthday. He felt both exultation, for his personal achievements, and a kind of bitter resentment, for this was his nature.

In the street, near the Chancellery, crowds of saluting citizens, arms stretched out, had accompanied his car, at a respectful distance. Here, as he approached the monumental stage, his beloved Leibstandate band was playing martial tunes. The parade would soon start, Joseph had told him fifty thousand soldiers would participate. He had to try and forget the pain in his shoulder, for he would have to stand there for nearly five hours.

Flags and Eagles

He took in the scene, the flags, the eagles, the crowd of dignitaries in uniforms: his finest hour. Yet some bitter venom poisoned his mind: why couldn’t Eva accept, once and for all, that he couldn’t stand the sight and scent of female genitals, simple enough wasn’t it? Yes, that repulsive trash of SAs had joked about it, not so long ago. He had to liquidate that bunch, in 1934, all of them, all those who had known the rent boy in Vienna, together with traitors, and some of those old-fashion officers who had but contempt for him, and showed it. The Leibstandarte band switched to the brass opening of the parade. There were appreciating noises from the dignitaries.

Blood

He stood erect, feeling his shoulder, right arm stretched. The first infantry battalion marched passed the stage. As always he felt the surge of blood down his ridiculous, pitiful, dwarf appendage. He thought of the moment he would, so very soon, unleash his legions in the West: he would show those decadent aristocrats what he was made of! He heard the tune of the newly created paratroopers, their boots superbly resonated on the cobblestones.

Later, later, he would turn to the East, and then the world would know who was master! Those immensities, the wheat, the coal, the petrol, the slaves would be his… Of course he would know what to do with the useless and the degenerates. Like a feudal monarch he would distribute land and slaves and mines and forests to his triumphant commanders.

Joy

He had no chance to relax, that the black battalions were there, the April sunshine reflected on the black helmets, the sound of their impeccable cadence filling his heart with joy! He knew Joseph had objected, the way he knew how to do, after all he had conquered this city for him, all these years back. Joseph had spoken of the Grande Armée, of the winter… But he would soon pull his best move, non-agression with the enemy, for a short while, he smiled at the thought. Still the last battalion, one from his cherished Leibstandarte, his bodyguard, concluded the parade: a single creature, his mind thought, as in a dream.

Courtiers

He walked to his car, surrounded by well-wishers and courtiers. At the entrance of the chancellery, the massive sculptures of might and masculinity greeted him. He would have to be softer on Eva. He had some dark thoughts about the bunker they were building for him, in the basement of the building, for some reason he dreaded that thing. Nemesis was watching.

The year was 1939, April 20.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Hitler’s 50th birthday parade foreshadowed his ambitions for conquest and domination. As he looked towards the East, he envisioned a future where he would assert his mastery over vast territories and resources. Like a feudal monarch, he planned to distribute land, slaves, and valuable assets to his loyal commanders. This vision of power and control serves as a reminder of the dark and dangerous path that Hitler intended to lead the world down. Writers can draw inspiration from this historical event to explore the consequences of unchecked ambition and the importance of resisting tyranny.

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