Author: Vic Socotra

Revolt of the Grandmas

(Jolly Roger Done the Right Way)   I was going to write about the breathtaking efficiency of the Military Tribunal system this morning- the one held here in the District in 1942, not the ones in Guantanamo today, though there are some interesting parallels. It is necessary to finding the missing saboteurs, #276-281.   I […]

Resolve

(G-Men Fighting Crime with Science- Mechanics Illustrated 1938) If you get the hint that I am bashing the FBI just because their long-time director was a prick, please don’t take it that way. I respect the men and women of the organization, and am only trying to describe just how hard it is to balance […]

American Double Cross

(German Agent Fritz Duquesne) The FBI is Roosevelt’s creation. Everyone would agree with that; the issue would be that they would probably have identified the wrong one. The concept of a national investigative force was problematic for the first four score and twenty years of the Republic, since despite the unpleasantness between the states, their […]

The Ponte Vedre Bunde

(# 279 Edward John Kerling) The Coast Guard had already found the boxes of munitions and uniforms on the Long Island sand. The FBI had been alerted; a nation-wide man-hunt under the tightest security had been launched when U-584, a type VIIc submarine, surfaced off the empty beaches of Ponte Vendre, south of the sleepy […]

Meeting the Enemy

The Long Island Boys (George John Dasch, 1942, no number)   It is positively chill this morning. It makes me long already for the summer that is still with us.   I’m sure the French have a word for it- missing something that is still around, but I have been feeling like this for quite […]

Landing Party

(U-202 on the Surface, 1942)   The German School of Sabotage was called Quentz Farm, was under the direct control of the German Military Intelligence Service. It is about sixty kilometers from Berlin, close to Brandenburg, having been set up by German Military Intelligence, headed up by wily Admiral Wilhelm Canaris, the kind of naval […]

Punchy

(USCG Seaman 2/c John “Punchy” Cullen, 1942) It is cool outside, for the last day of August, and if you had not noticed, it’s Monday. I feel a little punchy. Not enough sleep, I fear.   It was a nice enough weekend, but the Blackberry kept buzzing right through and there was never a moment […]

Janus

(The Two-Faced Roman God)   I am going to briefly touch on an important part of the story of the missing Nazis this morning. I have a proposal to write, and a trip down to see Heckle and Jeckel, the feral Kat Kings of Culpeper County.   If I had the time, I would explain […]

The Way Things Work Part 847

(Radio Intercept Operator)   You cannot go far wrong in the study of history if you attribute the reasons things happen to money and sex. That is the joy and curse of the human condition; then, it is a simple matter of overlying the unique but common templates of individual tribes (or amalgams of tribes […]

The More Things Change

(J. Edgar Hoover as Self Caricature)   Well, all right. I told you we were going to spin a tale this cycle, and it is going to be a wild one.   The bulldozers attacking what is left of the row of Buckingham garden apartments are making noise like thunder this morning. One part of […]