How WWII made strange bedfellows of Donald Tweeb and Adolf Hitler

Donald Tweeb was weedy, disposed to bursts of irrational anger, and resembled an Austrian painter. Like many he wanted to do his bit, as long as it was a little bit. At a recruiting day a pipe-smoking Yorkshireman pulled him to one side, flattering Donald and offering him a ‘unique’ opportunity. He was tried, tested and treated like a lab rat. Then they told him his purpose.

‘You, Donald, will end this war.’
In terms of doing his bit, it was possibly a bit too much.
‘You will now be equipped for the most important job ever undertaken.’
It almost sounded glamorous, until the ‘being equipped’ became clear. He was operated on, given weird medicines and gradually withdrawn into a sterile vacuum more redolent of Hollywood than home.
‘It is time.’ The men who had become his family lined up outside his glass room and clapped as he entered the transport chamber. Clean air and filtered light were pumped to him as he flew into the night.
It seemed to take days but finally the bumps stopped, the bangs ceased and the cover was removed. He was inside a windowless room, surrounded by smoke. Many men watched him. One was his doppleganger but instead of fear he saw satisfaction. Stunned he stepped out and the mysteries of the last years became plain. The war was ending and he was dying for a cause he didn’t understand. The man he was replacing stepped into his box, said, ‘Danke’ and disappeared. If there was to be fame for Donald then it was only in his passing.
And the new Donald Tweeb? He returned from his service with a strange accent, a tendency to give rousing speeches no one listened to, and a lingering sense of his own futility.

This story comes from the latest Microcosms prompt: kidnap victim; WWII; sci-fi

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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6 Responses to How WWII made strange bedfellows of Donald Tweeb and Adolf Hitler

  1. Charli Mills says:

    Is it justice, perhaps, that in escaping his own death, Hitler got to experience a futile life thereafter?

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Oh my goodness! Did he change his last name, migrate to the USA and become president?

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Norah says:

    So many only become famous after their passing – some for good, some for not so good. Even some writers.

    Liked by 1 person

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