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Aug. 28, 1989: A "Light Luncheon" With The Fuhrer
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
Aug. 28, 1989 World War II:50th Anniversary
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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WORLD WAR II, Page 50
A "Light Luncheon" with the Fuhrer
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<p> The sound was like a tide pushing everything before it,
remembers Richard Helms. He had never heard anything like it
before, nor has he in the 53 years since Sept. 13, l936.
</p>
<p> By some strange fate Helms rode in the car just behind
Adolf Hitler's that day in Nuremberg. Helms would later become
director of the Central Intelligence Agency, but then he was a
23-year-old United Press reporter lucky enough to get a glimpse
of history being forged. For 20 minutes, Hitler stood beside his
SS chauffeur in his special Mercedes-Benz, engulfed in the
frightening adoration that he ignited. Hitler's car moved
slowly; his bodyguards in other vehicles patrolled at the sides,
automatic weapons laid out on the car floors. The bareheaded
Hitler, so ordinary a man in himself, seemed transformed. "The
nonchalant flip of the hand and a faint smile acknowledged the
tributes," Helms recalls. "Even little children spontaneously
shot out their arms." The bright sun glanced off the red Nazi
flags hanging everywhere.
</p>
<p> That morning Helms and a few other foreign correspondents
had watched from the stands as Hitler marched to somber, rolling
drums through 200,000 uniformed followers. "The wonder of this
age is that you have found me -- an unknown man among millions!"
Hitler shouted.
</p>
<p> Invited to a "light luncheon" with the Fuhrer, Helms was
directed to a nearby castle, and made his way to the
battlements. "Suddenly I heard from behind me a throaty voice
say in German, `That's a lovely view.'" Helms turned and was
face to face with Hitler, who had stepped onto the balcony.
</p>
<p> Helms recently exhumed his notes, which were written later.
"A firm handshake, the Nazi salute, a smile. The personality of
Germany's dictator was not hypnotic. Physical appearance: less
attractive than from a distance. Hair: dark brown, fine in
texture, inclined to rustiness in front, slightly graying on the
crown. Eyes: bright blue. Skin: coarse with a pinkish tinge.
Mustache: slightly shot with gray. Teeth: bottom row
gold-plated, which leads to the hunch that they are false.
Stature: shorter than expected. Uniform: brown boots and
breeches, simple brown shirt, adorned only by the Iron Cross and
Nazi brassard. Smile: humorless. Salute: stylized by throwing
the hand back over the shoulder. Manner: pleasant, usually not
at ease, knees moving back and forth nervously."
</p>
<p> Bolshevism was mentioned. "It was like hitting Hitler with
a torpedo. He assumed the platform manner on a small scale, the
toss of the head, the laugh of scorn, the sweep of the hand.
Only the snarl was missing. `I have only one fear,' Hitler said.
`It is that the countries around us, into which the poison of
Bolshevism is eating its way, will succumb to the Red wave one
after another. Moscow is seeking to dominate Europe. We shall
never permit that.'"
</p>
<p> Just as suddenly Hitler subsided. He stepped to the parapet
and waved to a few below who were shouting, "We want to see our
Fuhrer!" Then the group went to lunch, Hitler surrounded by
party members. He dined quickly and lightly. Helms recalls
noting that the Fuhrer's favorite chocolates were neatly
arranged next to his plate.
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