Chapter 10

Of course, Northern Ireland is an entirely different landscape today than it had back in the Post World War Two era what with shifting populations and booming residential construction. Not the least among these factors was the religious component of the equation that was biased in favor of the Protestants at the expense of the Catholic South in the Irish Republic.

Belfast and the surrounding territory were heavily Protestant at that time and when the Catholics from the south started to migrate north for the available jobs in the British ruled counties of Northern Ireland, the ruling powers quickly called on mass immigration of Scottish Protestants to help balance the numbers to prevent losing a firm grip on the vote of the people.

Close to Belfast proper was the blossoming city of Londonderry split neatly in two by the fast flowing River Foyle that had several inadequate bridges to span its width at major crossings for commerce and daily travel to the larger city on its border.

As the “troubles” began in earnest, the British acted to reinforce the military presence to offset the revolutionary influence from the much larger south. It started incrementally until it reached a point that neighborhoods, streets, and pubs were aligned religiously in one camp or the other with bloody reprisals happening almost daily.

Fortunately, our isolated villa was set in the area of Londonderry in a region that was almost ninety percent Protestant and with a strong British military presence in fortified positions astride the main routes of travel and commerce.

From the very beginning, it was easy to discern that the populace was changing in front of our very eyes. The central city of Londonderry was invaded by the Catholics from the south and slowly the Protestants moved across the River Foyle to new housing in the newly created “Waterside” urban sprawl with its Protestant churches and schools previously found in old Londonderry. It was a change that affected all parts of Northern Ireland much to the distress of the British Government unable to check the unwanted change to the status quo.

Eventually, the city of Londonderry became a tale of two cities, One was called Derry with its vastly increased Catholic population which was located in the old “city-side” of the original Londonderry and the other was located across the River Foyle in the new “Waterside” with predominantly Protestant population. It was not unusual to see signs defaced to erase the “London” part of the sign and see only the “Derry” part that was identified with the new Catholic populace.

In those early years of the start-up of the Fourth Reich outside of the borders of the Fatherland, I was close to the planners and continued in my role as a sex toy for Hitler much to my eternal shame and personal grief.

I assure you that I did everything in my power to recruit and train young females in the Derry area to satisfy the foreign man’s hunger for compliant female flesh with no pesky questions to find out his story.

I even took some of them into my bed to show them with my “hands on” methods the way I wanted them to behave in his presence and it soothed my deeply buried masculine needs for close contact with feminine sights and sounds associated with my present day life-style as a member of the male gender.

About three years into our Northern Ireland experiment, Karl said his goodbyes and left for his assignment in South America to organize the raw resources we needed to establish scientific assets for our eventual emergence as a power player on the world scene.

I will not pretend to shed tears over Karl’s absence because secretly I wanted the freedom of making my own decisions about our future plans.

It was only shortly after, at the outset of the Korean War in the Pacific that I welcomed a contingent of former Nazi followers to the villa as the chief handler for the Leader and was tasked with explaining our concept for the Fourth Reich to the incredulous listeners. There were about two dozen of them, mostly male, that listened to my words with cautious ears. Fortunately, I had been able to hide my Jewishness from the others or the tight-knit group of anti-Semites would have probably ended me on the spot.”

The location of the villa along the banks of the River Foyle gave us access to approach by sea and we were able to achieve logistical support from our supply depots in former Vichy France with complete invisibility.

The second-in command of the visiting group of neo-Nazis was a former SS Major by the name of Franz Klinger. He was rather striking with his eye-patch for an eye lost to a sharp piece of flying steel that marked the end of a Panzer defending the Berlin final line of defense. He had fortunately broken out of the trap with most of his men and retreated to the Allied lines to the west surrendering as a mere Corporal without any SS insignia on his uniform.

Franz was intoxicated on that last night of their visit and he followed me up the winding staircase to my private quarters forcing his lean body though my door without so much as a word of seduction. I knew he had been ogling my ass the entire visit and now he was exploring it with military precision like a commando on patrol.