Chapter Nineteen
In the Presence of a Führer
Vienna, Austria
German-Austria
January 1919
In the Presence of a Führer
Vienna, Austria
German-Austria
January 1919
“What is this?!” demanded Ludwig von Hoffenberg, gesturing angrily at the copy of the Wiener Zeitung before him. The Deputy Chairman of the Nationalliberale Front was a short man, with thick shoulders and an impressive mustache sprinkled with hints of gray. He matched most of the NLF Central Committee in appearance. A group of men past their prime with a shortsighted vision, so akin to dinosaurs.
How does Gustav not see this? Hitler pondered. How does he tolerate it?
Why should a fossil berate him for the fossil was already dead, merely living on borrowed time.
“A newspaper,” Hitler calmly replied, sitting at ease under the glares of the six Committee members.
“How dare you, you pe-” von Hoffenberg reddened and stood from his chair in anger, raising a stubby finger but before he could say anything that would have escalated matters, Gustav Gross laid a hand on the man’s arm and a glare from the Party Chairman made von Hoffenberg sit. Hitler eyed him without blinking until the man sat and only then did he turn his attention to Gross.
Though older than von Hoffenberg, his beard gray with wisps of white, Gross’ gaze was more collected and controlled. Gross was a visionary, shackled down by the lackeys he surrounded himself with. Such a shame, Hitler thought.
“Adi, please, explain yourself,” Gross began, “Because this,” Gross tapped the newspaper on the table separating Hitler from the Committee, “is potentially a step too far.”
Hitler rose from his own chair facing them and leaned forward on the table, in an almost conspirationaly manner.
“I used all the money I had earned from my time in the Landwehr and from my speeches these past weeks to purchase a sectional in the Wiener Zeitung and a half dozen other newspapers across Austria. It was to be released days after the Battle of Leutschach but was delayed due to the paper’s hesitance to incite militancy or chaos but after the January 27th massacre in Marburg they decided to publish it. They all call for action against the South Slavs in the Carinthia. It is Austrian land, has been for centuries and will be for centuries hence but only if something is done.”
“Inciting violence is never the answer,” said Propaganda Chief Jakob Lutschounig.
Hitler slammed his fists on the table, causing some to jump from the unexpected act. “Violence is and has always been the answer! The wheel of history is turned by the blood of the fallen and by those daring enough to seize the moment. If we do nothing, Carinthia may very well be lost to us. Austria has already been carved up, we as a nation lack the resources once available to us as an empire. Dare we risk losing more?”
The men eyed one another hesitantly. Hitler straightened. “We are at a crossroads, both as a nation and as a party. If we do not seize this opportunity to remind the jackals that hunger after our land that Austria is not to be trifled with then within a generation our Fatherland shall be at the mercy of its enemies.”
Gross leaned back in his chair and after a moment asked, “What has this to do with the Front?”
“The Front can provide money, contacts, and even volunteers. We are a young movement but virile, eager to flex its muscles. Many within our ranks clamor for something to be done. The murder of law abiding Austrians by Slovene radicals cannot be tolerated.”
Hitler saw Gross give a slight nod, as did the bespectacled Party Secretary Arthur Seyss-Inquart but the other four were stone faced.
“Would you excuse us a moment, Adi?”
“Of course.” Hitler left the room to wait in the annex, surprised to see an elderly man reading the Wiener Zeitung in the room. A couple of female secretaries worked away on typewriters, the click-clacking providing a comfortable background noise to lose oneself in.
Hitler contemplated the past few weeks. The skirmishes between Austrian and Slovenian forces in Carinthia had escalated with the Slovenes holding the advantage, but if Hitler could amass five hundred or even six hundred men then he had no doubt that the Slovenes and the forces of the abominable State of Slovenes, Croats and Serbs, what some were dubbing Yugoslavia, would be ousted from their occupation. This would not only secure Carinthia but make the name of Adolf Hitler a household name, a hero of the people, of the Aryan Race, and of the nation…
The door opened and Gross stepped out. Hitler stood and waited, hands behind his back, sweating and clenched together.
“Well?” he asked.
Gross gestured him to sit and Hitler did so, apprehension rising as his friend sat next to him, face seemingly troubled.
“Well?” he asked again.
“The Central Committee has denied your request for funding and other resources, in a 5-1 vote.”
Hitler clenched his teeth before relaxing them. It had been expected. “Thank you for the vote, Gustav, I-”
“I didn’t vote in your favor, Adi,” Gross said, the words akin to a gunshot, a knife to the back. “While I agree with your ideals and principles, this is not the way to move forward. This involvement with Carinthia, it won’t end well. It will blacken the NLF and make us appear more militant and aggressive than we would like. It would damage our reputation and that we cannot risk, not with the Assembly elections only a couple of weeks away.”
Hitler closed his eyes, disappointed. He had expected this but he had hoped his friend and mentor would have been able to swing enough support to secure the vote or at least some of Hitler’s requests. But alas, the very democratic system that the NLF used to decide matters of import had turned against him, making the whole system seem tainted. Sometimes plurality did not always mean the correct path, and this was one of those times.
“Von Hoffenberg called for your removal from the party. He was very insistent on this,” commented Gross, almost nonchalantly.
Hitler’s eyes snapped open and he glared at the Party Chairman who threw up his hands in a defensive shrug.
“There was a vote, 3-3. Since a majority could not be secured, you will remain part of the National Liberal Front. I voted for you to remain, if you wish to know. I am on your side, my friend. You are hot headed, impulsive, and simmering with anger but you have a way with words and emotions. You could prove very useful to this movement, Adi, I know that. I think you can accomplish many things for National Liberalism, great things even, if your, uhh, rough edges are filed down.”
Gross sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.
“You may not have been removed from the party but you are forbidden from speaking on behalf of the Front until such a time the Committee lifts the ban. I’m sorry, Adi, it was a necessary compromise to keep you in the Front.”
Hitler felt numb with betrayal. They had defanged him like the Allies had defanged Austria. His speeches had been his only income and gained the Front new members, enlarging a potential power base of his own to eventually support his appointment to chief propagandist. And now that was taken from him, as so many other things had been.
He rubbed his mustache furiously, mind racing.
Life was nothing but a constant struggle. If he withered now, he would collapse but if he remained strong… well then he would have his pride and strength of will. From that, he could rebuild...
“I am going to Carinthia,” he stated. “Volunteers or no volunteers, I will not leave Austrian brothers and sisters behind to fend off the assault of murderous savages by themselves. If you cannot or will not help, then I must.”
“I applaud your patriotism, Adi, but only as a friend. As Chairman of the Front, I give no comment. I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Gross left Hitler there in the annex, furious and distraught. He had spent all his money on the newspaper article. He was penniless, or just about, and the only thing that filled his stomach was a fiery resolve.
“That was difficult to watch,” said the seated man from across the room. Hitler looked up, surprised to see the man there.
“And you are?” His tone was harsh, partially deflated and exasperated.
The older man put down the paper in an adjacent seat. “Georg Ritter von Schönerer.”
The name was immediately familiar to Hitler. He was practically a legend amongst Austrian far-right and national liberal organizations. His racial theories and ideology ran parallel to Hitler’s own. Hitler rose and came to attention. “Mein Führer,” he said.
Von Schönerer chuckled. “Führer,” he said then shook his head in remembrance. “Not for a long time I’m afraid.” The man shifted in his seat. “Please sit, young man.”
Hitler did so.
“You are Adolf Hitler, am I correct?”
“Jawohl, mein Herr.”
“Ah, good. I was hoping to meet you. I want to fund your little expedition to Carinthia.”
Hitler was stunned. “Why?” he asked.
Von Schönerer sighed and looked at Hitler. “I am an old man. I’ll be dead within five years most likely. God willing I’ll live longer but I am a realist. I am a man of not inconsiderable wealth and am going to donate a respectful amount to the National Liberal Front. However I will donate a large sum to you to pay for the price of travel from Vienna to Carinthia and enough supplies for a hundred men to last several weeks.”
“Thank you, mein Führer!” Hitler felt relief. “But why do this? Why donate to me?” Hitler privately cursed voicing the question but he had to know.
Von Schönerer offered a wry smile. “Did I not mention a certain Franz Olbrecht wrote to me several days ago when your call-to-arms was published and asked me to do so. His father and I were associates once back when I was at the forefront of politics, whom I owed a favor. His son called it in and I answered. Did I not, truly?”
“No, you did not,” Hitler said drily.
“I’m so forgetful these days. Cursed age. Then I should also mention he is not only here in Vienna but he has brought some friends as well and that they are outside this very moment.”
Hitler eyes widened and he rushed out of the modest single story office building that comprised NLF headquarters.
In front of the building stood nearly a hundred men, all from the 87th Infantry Brigade, all veterans, all comrades. They raised their fists and cheered as Hitler approached. Olbrecht stood at the forefront in a sharp suit. Though he wasn’t wearing military clothes, he still commanded an air of command yet when Hitler approached it was Olbrecht who made the first move.
Hand extended, Olbrecht said, “It is good to see you again, Adi.”
“Ja, you too, sir- I mean, Franz.”
Olbrecht chuckled. From behind approached von Schönerer.
“It seems, Herr Hitler, that you have your army or at least the beginning of one.”
Hitler looked out over the faces of the men assembled. They were soldiers, Aryan warriors of Austria, defenders of the Vaterland. The origin of a movement that would sweep through the nation.
“A beginning is all I need.”
Vienna, Austria
German-Austria
February 1919
Hitler stood next to von Schönerer and Olbrecht. Though both men were older and holding a higher social rank, it was clear to all that it was the former First Sergeant who was to lead. It had been his call for crusade that caused these men to gather in righteous defense of the Fatherland.
The train was about to pull in, Hitler could see it in the distance, slowing itself down, smoke pluming from its smokestack into the clear morning air. The squeal of its brakes upon metal a sharp and piercing noise, accompanied by the murmur of men and women who watched on, some with wariness and some with intrigue, as hundreds of men, most of whom had been soldiers during the Great War stood in loose formation, rifles, pistols, cudgels and knives clear to any observer. Many had arrived with nothing more than the clothes on their back, a wad of increasingly useless banknotes in their pockets, and perhaps a knapsack of food. It had forced Hitler, Olbrecht and von Schönerer to pool their financial resources together to buy more food and train tickets. Thankfully most of the men had brought their own weapons but the lack of standardization would cause logistical issues once ammunition began to run low but that was a later concern for another day.
Nearby stood a handful of policemen but they did nothing to stop them, Hitler noted. Some even cheered them on with encouragement and clapping. The train whistled as it neared. It was almost time. Hitler stood atop of a box to gain a better view of the men.
“Comrades,” he called out, voice clear and strong. “Today is a momentous day for our beloved Austria. Today is the day we show the world the strength of our resolve. Though we go to fight the Yugoslavian menace and protect our people in Carinthia, we do so under the watchful eye of the Allies.”
Some jeered at the mention of the Yugoslavians, others at the reference to the war’s victors. Even bystanders who had little to any idea of who the armed men on the platform were watched on with interest, some of them joining in the jeering.
“I am asking a lot from you, my friends. What we are about to embark on will see some of us die. I will not hide this fact from you. Victory and defiance are costly but I am willing to pay the price for this great nation. Are you?”
The men cheered, yelling their affirmation. Hitler raised his hand and after a moment they quietened down.
“We shall be the shield of the Austrian Volk, the sword of the Germanic Race laid against the parasites and vultures that wish to feed off our weakened nation. Little do they know the righteous fire that burns in our hearts! The triumphant will of the Austrian Germans has never been vanquished and never shall be!”
More cheering, which quietened down faster when Hitler raised his hand again.
“Before we embark on this crusade, my friends, my comrades, I give one last opportunity for any who do not wish to sacrifice everything for our nation and Volk to leave.” Hitler’s tone here turned sneerful, eyes watching for any who would leave this almost holy endeavor. None did. Not a single man stepped away or turned their backs. Hitler’s face split into a smile.
“Men of Austria! You have hailed from all corners of the nation, from Salzburg, to Linz, to Bruneck to Vienna itself and many more. You are men with a mission, a reclamation of land lost to southern savages and reminder to those who watch us that the Austrian soldier must not be trifled with for he is a defiant one, brave and resolute in the face of adversity. As Leopold led warriors to Jerusalem, I shall lead you to Klagenfurt. And as we approach Carinthia, let us remind the world that we are not the sheep so many think us to be, nor the lamb to be led to slaughter. We are not the flock but rather the wolves who hunger after it! We are the Kampfgruppe Wolf and the Slovene traitors and usurpers will learn to fear our approach. Onwards to Carinthia, comrades, onwards to victory!”
The men shouted and cheered, their emotions high, their nationalism strong. Their blood ran hot, their dedication to the cause cemented by his words. The train pulled in, blowing its whistle as if in salute.
Olbrecht stepped forward and shouted. “Vorwärts zum Sieg!” which the men of Kampfgruppe Wolf shouted in unison:
“Vorwärts zum Sieg!”
“Vorwärts zum Sieg!”
“Vorwärts zum Sieg!”
Vienna, Austria
Austrian State
May 1936
Austrian State
May 1936
Annika Consbruch stood excitedly in front of mural titled 'Proclamation of the Wolf.' It showed the Führer when he had been a younger man. Even then when he had been penniless and without political stature or rank, he had rallied hundreds of Austrian patriots to come together and defend Carinthia against the Yugoslav hordes. It filled her with pride to know that the leader of Austria these past years was not some spineless Chancellor or weak-willed President. He was the Führer, the epitome of the Austrian State, its founder and the bearer of the torch that was Social Nationalism, a flame of civilization and order in a world rapidly filled with Jewish parasites and Communist devils. Though only fourteen, she was old enough to remember the chaos preceding the establishment of the Austrian State. The fighting in the streets, the terribly economy, the lean hunger that had plagued many within the Fatherland. All were vivid in her mind. Yet the ascension of the ÖSNVP to power had seen these concerns lessen and in time fade altogether. Her father was once again employed in construction, working alongside tens of thousands of others in Festungsmauerprojekt, one of the many large scale projects being carried out in Austria, strengthening the State.
The other girls of the Bund österreichischer Jungfrauen (BOJF) whispered excitedly, their whitish gray dresses similar in color to the uniforms of the Hitler Youth that stood close to them but different in attire, eyeing the mural when not eyeing the Maidens, likely imagining themselves standing there before the future leader of Austria as part of the famous Kampfgruppe Wolf.
Overhead the public announcement blared, "08:30 departure from Vienna to Linz set to commence in ten minutes. Repeat, 08:30 departure from Vienna to Linz set to commence in ten minutes."
As on cue the BOJF and HJ leaders turned to their detachments, forming them up in lines on the platform where seventeen years ago Hitler had once stood. The train pulled in. The doors slid open and out stepped a man in the blue-gray uniform of the Sturmwache. His Kruckenkreuz armband standing out. The man smiled at the Austrian youth before him.
"Good morning, future soldiers and mothers of the State!" he said cheerfully, the boys and girls coming to attention.
"I am Sturmbannführer Andreas Bolek. I will be your guide when in Linz. You will be housed in a hotel near the colosseum. While in Linz, you must conduct yourself with exception. The leaders of the military, government and the Party will be there. After all, we are celebrating the recent Verschmelzung. It is a great day for our race and nation." He looked around with exaggeration and leaned in, hand cupped to his mouth. Annika and everyone else leaned forward to hear. "If you're lucky, maybe you'll see the Führer himself."
This created a storm of excited whispering and faces of glee amongst the young boys and girls before their respective handlers shushed them.
Sturmbannführer Bolek smiled before coming to attention. "Heil Hitler!"
As one, the boys of the Hitler Youth and the girls of the League of Austrian Maidens shot out their arms in salute. "Heil Hitler!"
The other girls of the Bund österreichischer Jungfrauen (BOJF) whispered excitedly, their whitish gray dresses similar in color to the uniforms of the Hitler Youth that stood close to them but different in attire, eyeing the mural when not eyeing the Maidens, likely imagining themselves standing there before the future leader of Austria as part of the famous Kampfgruppe Wolf.
Overhead the public announcement blared, "08:30 departure from Vienna to Linz set to commence in ten minutes. Repeat, 08:30 departure from Vienna to Linz set to commence in ten minutes."
As on cue the BOJF and HJ leaders turned to their detachments, forming them up in lines on the platform where seventeen years ago Hitler had once stood. The train pulled in. The doors slid open and out stepped a man in the blue-gray uniform of the Sturmwache. His Kruckenkreuz armband standing out. The man smiled at the Austrian youth before him.
"Good morning, future soldiers and mothers of the State!" he said cheerfully, the boys and girls coming to attention.
"I am Sturmbannführer Andreas Bolek. I will be your guide when in Linz. You will be housed in a hotel near the colosseum. While in Linz, you must conduct yourself with exception. The leaders of the military, government and the Party will be there. After all, we are celebrating the recent Verschmelzung. It is a great day for our race and nation." He looked around with exaggeration and leaned in, hand cupped to his mouth. Annika and everyone else leaned forward to hear. "If you're lucky, maybe you'll see the Führer himself."
This created a storm of excited whispering and faces of glee amongst the young boys and girls before their respective handlers shushed them.
Sturmbannführer Bolek smiled before coming to attention. "Heil Hitler!"
As one, the boys of the Hitler Youth and the girls of the League of Austrian Maidens shot out their arms in salute. "Heil Hitler!"
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“If the origin of Hitler the tyrant can be traced anywhere in history, it is the speech he made on February 5th, 1919, on that platform in Wien Südbahnhof. He had transitioned from soldier and follower to leader and this would stoke the flames that would in time birth the ideologue who would haunt Europe in the coming decades. Millions would die in the war he would create whilst millions more suffered hardship and loss. An ocean of tears have been wept by the rise of that monster and all that followed.”-excerpt from ‘We Were Young Once’ by Dutch-German journalist Anne Frank, published 1953.
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