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Post by Laurasia on Aug 12, 2010 13:56:13 GMT -5
That could have been Miss Bothmann (though there was that one time that Hans couldn't prevent you from being there for it).
Sincerely,
Laurasia
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Aug 15, 2010 18:19:44 GMT -5
I know to what you are referring to, and I will be posting that recollection soon.
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Post by msmir on Aug 16, 2010 17:32:31 GMT -5
Looking forward to it  |
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Aug 18, 2010 14:04:46 GMT -5
Warning! Content may be disturbing to some members!Shooting Recall(This event took place in the daytime...I could see the daylight through the windows). Hans and I had just entered some sort of building where there were many people (perhaps 50 or better.) Hans was in full uniform with his highest rank visible (Haupsturmfuhrer). All of the other men also had uniforms on. There were maybe 20 other women besides myself. The entrance hall that led to the front door I knew was directly behind us. Suddenly a guy (who was not wearing a uniform) said something that must have been real severe. Hans went rigid and his jaw clenched, but to his credit he did try to ignore the guy's comment. However, the man said something else that must have been far worse than the first comment. Everyone was looking so he must have said it quite loudly. (Unfortunately for me, what he said came out half German, half silent, so I could not get it.  ) Hans turned to me and told me to look away. At that statement, most of the other women turned their heads away as well. I said "What?" (This was also in German, but I knew what it meant.) Hans repeated himself, so I listened and turned my head. I heard a single gunshot followed by a heavy thud. Hans told me not to look back...to just keep walking. It was almost as like this was the expected response for the situation because there was no uproar, and no one rushed to the guy's aid. In fact, all of the other men didn't even blink an eye at it. Though I didn't see it, I am guessing that someone at least removed the body because we were in a lounge or something.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 18, 2010 14:35:32 GMT -5
I have not recalled this myself. But, again, that sounds like Hans. Hans often went rigid like that when something bothered him to the core. I can even tell you what he felt in those instances....He would be washed over with a physically hot anger & then would be washed over with coldness like ice. These were literal physical sensations for him when he became that enraged.
Sincerely,
Laurasia
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Aug 20, 2010 14:13:27 GMT -5
Luckily, I did not see that side of him very often. Of course, I know that Hans held a lot of stuff in though...things that he would never even dream of discussing with Anna. So, the stress was probably very intense for him.
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Post by msmir on Aug 22, 2010 1:43:47 GMT -5
That sounds like a true Scorpio to me! Holding things in and expressing it later on through heated or cold anger.
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Aug 28, 2010 15:36:45 GMT -5
Nuremburg RallyHans has escorted me to a rally where the Fuhrer is speaking. Often Hans yells "Ja!" entusiastically just like the other loud males in the audience. Anna has this overwhelming feeling of pride that the Fuhrer is so loved. I can feel the energy of the crowd...it is like when lightening is close by. Part of me wants to shout out as well, but that would not be appropriate. I satisfy myself with smiles and gestures. Hans notices a man (lower rank--only 2 bars on his uniform) wink at me. Hans takes a drag off his cigarette and then flicks it at the gentleman. It is quite amusing to see the man jumping around, swatting at his uniform, afraid that it will catch fire. I do not think that he will glance my way again. I want to laugh, but I feel Hans grip my waist tighter and pull me closer. *Other noteworthy things about this recollection: 1. Hans was wearing his gray uniform with hat. 2. Hans sort of snickered when the man began jumping around. Not out of amusement though, more like distaste. I must admit that this recollection made me laugh...one of the few thus far that has been able to do so. Just the sight of this guy swatting at his uniform was hysterical to see.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 28, 2010 16:26:59 GMT -5
LOL! Oh yeah, the rally recollection. I've had this one as well, though I have recalled slightly more than you seem to have. I actually didn't flick my cigarette on the little twit the first time that he looked back & made googly eyes at you. He had been hitting on you, with me standing right there, for a few minutes before I did it.  Sincerely, Laurasia |
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Aug 30, 2010 11:58:56 GMT -5
That is so awesome that we have remembered the same event! I guess that part of your soul that was Hans found that funny like I did. |
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Post by sweetlunapie on Sept 9, 2010 9:31:56 GMT -5
Ahh...Nazi love! When Nazis would yell, I'd normally get scared, but if it were my Nazi boyfriend (then husband), it was funny. The SS officers seemed to usually have these awful tempers, and it was scary...but if it's your love and you aren't being yelled, it's hilarious and kind of sexy.  |
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Post by Miss Bothmann on Oct 20, 2010 11:50:52 GMT -5
Lounge Recall
I am sitting at a large round table that can sit maybe 8 to 10 people. It is very crowded. There are many of these tables in here, but the place is massively overcrowded in its capacity. There are even people standing for lack of seats. I see my hand holding a cigarette. The place is so thick with smoke that it should be stifling my sinuses, but it doesn't bother me at all. A slow musical number plays from somewhere to my right where I cannot see. I look slowly to my right, scanning the crowd. Every man here is in uniform, whatever rank he may be. I see many men with the black cross at their throats. The women with them are elegantly dressed as I know that I must be. Most recognizable on the women is the jewelry...diamonds everywhere. There is a large swastika drapery behind the back left table.
As I continue to scan right I see Hans making his way back to the table. He holds a lit cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other with a small amount of brown liquor in it. His disposition is sour, as if this is the last place on the planet that he wants to be. He sits to my left and folds one leg straight over the other, keeping his chair pushed away from the table. He puts out his cigarette in the massive ashtray in the center of the table. He lights another and raises his hand for the waiter, who immediately comes and refills his glass. Hans alternates between inhaling his cigarette and drinking the liquor. He is obviously waiting for someone to arrive that he wants to confront. He keeps looking past me towards the entrance (which is directly behind me). He sits in silence and I sit uncomfortably next to him, anxious as to what is going to happen. Finally his face shows recognition and he stands up. I know at that moment that I have to prevent a scene if I could. I stand up and place my hand on his chest. "Hans." He continues to look over my head, unblinking, watching the man who had come in. As of yet, I do not think Hans' target took notice of him...or even if he knew that he would be a victim of Hans' anger. "Hans." My voice was full of pleading now and slightly tearful. I feel a lump in my throat from the fear. A large table of officers was now watching Hans, sensing a fight about to happen. "hans, please." He finally looks down at me and his face softens. "Don't worry my love. I was never going to go over there. Would you like to leave?" I answer that I do indeed. He called the waiter over and told him that we needed our coats. A white fur coat was brought for me, and a long leather, trench-like coat for Hans.
This was the end of the recall. I do believe that this was the same lounge that Hans shoots the guy in from the other recollection. Whether this ended up being the same gentleman that Hans is waiting on in this recall, I have no idea.
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Post by sweetlunapie on Oct 20, 2010 12:34:07 GMT -5
It's so amazing how you get through to him like that...even though he said he did not plan on going over there, I have a feeling you had something to do with it. |
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 20, 2010 14:27:27 GMT -5
It's so amazing how you get through to him like that... Indeed it was & Hans was fully aware it as well. That is why he was always in such desperate need to be with her, especially towards the end. He could feel what was happening to himself, yet he was powerless to stop it without her. And she still has that same type of affect on me in this lifetime as well.  Sincerely, Laurasia |
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Post by sweetlunapie on Oct 20, 2010 14:57:16 GMT -5
That is so, so romantic! You two seem like such balanced and adorable pair! Ahh! So cute! I figured that it still was that way, and somehow, it makes me happy inside. |
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) Hans turned to me and told me to look away. At that statement, most of the other women turned their heads away as well. I said "What?" (This was also in German, but I knew what it meant.) Hans repeated himself, so I listened and turned my head. I heard a single gunshot followed by a heavy thud. Hans told me not to look back...to just keep walking. It was almost as like this was the expected response for the situation because there was no uproar, and no one rushed to the guy's aid. In fact, all of the other men didn't even blink an eye at it. Though I didn't see it, I am guessing that someone at least removed the body because we were in a lounge or something.
