Letters (The New Colossus)

The following page lists all letters found in New Colossus.

Evas Hammer

Soldat Oskar's note

Kommandant Fischer,

I know you are busy, but I think we need to have an emergency fallback plan should a terrorist attack happen.

I'm sure you've seen the reports, read the articles, seen the speech General Strasse gave the other week. That insane American is wreaking havoc wherever he goes. What happens if he comes here? I there somewhere on the ship we could take refuge?

I think we must look into this.

-Oskar

Kommandant Fischer's note (1)

Oskar

I will tell you my solution to the American terrorist problem! It is of course very, very unlikely to happen, but we nevertheless need a fallback plan in case the terrorist strikes. If a scenario as you describe should happen, we would need access to food supplies, ammunition and radio equipment to contact the Oberkommando.

Therefore, I spoke to Alex. He recommends section F. What you need to do is make preparations for this space to be used as our fallback plan. When you are done, I expect you to hold a briefing for the men, so everyone is clear what to do.

Heil Hitler,

Kommander Fischer

Kreisau Rebel M's journal

We are all going to die. I can feel it. No sleep for days. Dreams have become fragmented, violent, strange. Helen's face crops up everytime. Bloody, half of it missing. Wake up screaming. No sleep. Fuck sleep.

First time writing since... forever. Maybe helps clear my mind. Stopped talking to others in the Kreisau resistance. Can't stand their looks. Their voices. Safe? Inside the Nazi's own fucking boat. Sure, Blazkowicz stole it, but how can we be sure there's no spy equipment installed somewhere? No one answer. No one thinks. Caroline said I'm too negative. Asked me to contribute with positive energy to the cause. I said "fuck the cause." Humanity's done for. The Nazi's won. It's over. They fucking won.

Found a spot now away from the others. Making myself a home. Away from the people. Away from malnourished faces and sickly stares looking back at me like kind of... mirrors...

Maybe it's time I sleep now. But I can't. Too afraid of my dreams.

-M

Kommandant Helmut's note

29, Otto? Were you born from a subhuman? Kommandant Fischer's birthday is November 5, 1930. Which means, I you are familiar with basic arothmetic, he will be 30 years old in 4 days, not 29, you unbelievable imbecile!

We are going to decorate the sail platform for his birthday so he can have a nice view of the ocean on the party once we have surfaced. Everyone but you have done their duty as requested and have written numbers "30" on their signs. Surely, you must have seen this, or have you gone blind too?

I like take him to the sail platform elevator when it's time and escort him to the sail platform. And you better be waiting up there with a cake that says "30", like everything else, for God's sake! Or I will make you scrub the toilets for a week!

-Helmut

Soldat Müller's journal

March 12, I think 1961. Been trapped down here for several months now. I keep thinking about Johann. A true German warrior. He was a hero, gunned down as a martyr by that big, murderous ape. Blazkowicz. People like him. Comunists, anarchists, degenerates. They need to be exterminated from this planet, just like the Führer said. We are superior. Strongest and bravest! We are not afraid of them! Earth belongs to us!

I wonder how long I will have to pee in this bucket. Not going to the toilet by the entrance to section F. In case he comes back, shooting people. I will just keep peeing in here for now. Until help arrives.

-Müller

Soldat Beltz's diary

I feel like a coward. Stole our boat. Evas Hammer! The jewel of the Beloved Führer! I wish someone had the guts to make a push for it. We can take our boat back from those degenerates brutes. I'm not afraid of Blazkowicz. Ok, maybe I haven't fought anyone like him. Or anyone at all for that matter, since this was my first assignment. Regardless, this cowardly hiding like rats act we are doing is disgrateful! I shall speak to Kommandant Fischer soon. If he even gets out that damn radio room...

Soldat Fritz's letter

Dear Angela,

My love, I'm writing this letter to you in case I don't make it out of here alive. Maybe there's a chance it will reach you.

Our ship was attacked by terrorists a month ago. They killed almost everyone on the ship. They were monstrous. Killing indiscriminately. I managed to hide together with a group of other soldiers and Commander Fischer, who I have known for a long time and consider a dear friend. The terrorists took over the submarine and are now using it as their base. They have no idea that we are here, so far. We have taken refuge to a hidden section of the ship because the terrorists are outnumbering us. And that terrorists, Blazkowicz, is on their side! Venturing out into the ship would be a suicide mission.

It's been four weeks now. Days are passing by slowly. People are getting irritated. They want to get out, get some fresh air. Something good to eat. Understandable.

How's little Hubert? Miss that cute smile of his. I bet he can walk by now. Even maybe talk! That would be something to hear. I just hope I will see you again. If I don't, then remember I will always love you and Hubert, until the end of time.

All my love,

Fritz

Kommandant Fischer's note (2)

KEEP YOU VOICES DOWN!

Men, when we talk in here we talk using small words. We don't want to risk any sound of us being here leaking out into the other parts of the submarine. Just think what would happen if HE comes here? I do not need to remind you what happened last time. It was a right slaughter.

I am trying to send some kind of message to the Oberkommando where we are so they can rescue us. Until then, everyone sit calm and quiet and do not rock the boat. Communicate using written notes — use voice only if you absolutely have to! Pass this note along.

Commander Fischer

Franka's postcard

My dearest Hans!

You should see this! The American colonies is a paradise. I am staying at a hotel in Honolulu. It's beautiful and the locals are friendly to me. The Glory of the Reich has truly blessed this place.

Still, when I get the girls out to the harbor to buy icescream, I can see all the U-boats and ships coming back to port, I think of you, my love. Remembering how proud you were when you got stationed in Evas Hammer. I hope you are safe out there and that I can be in your arms again soon. Girls wonder if you have seen a mermaid yet.

I miss you.

All my love

Franka

Unknown kommandant's journal

Day 13: Holed up in here for almost two weeks ago, like rats on our OWN U-boat! Will sketch out a plan woth Kommandant Fischer. That degenerate terrorist surprised us, but we are soldiers of the Reich! Bred in battle and forged in combat! We will get out of here and eradicate these subhumans for good!

Day 39: Looks like we will be here a while. There are too many for us to handle right now. We are low in ammo. Too much risk involved. Fischer will ty to get the communication system working.

Day 54: The men are getting desperate. The air is getting stake, pungent. My uniform itches. I try to sleep, but I wake up every minute, sometimes by the men screaming from their awful nightmares. Many of them have seen things no man should see.

Day 85: Rations are running low. Some of the men have started hallucinating. Fritz was trying to write to his mother this morning, problem is that she has been dead for 10 YEARS. Must keep a look out for the rest to make sure none of them lose it completely. They would be of no use for us if we have to fight the terrorist! Johann will go find some spare parts for the communication system.

Day 98: I'm losing my mind. Cleaned my uniform five times already and it still itches! Will need to take it off. When we are rescued I will put it back on. So I can look respectable during the award ceremony.

Day... I lost the count. Fischer managed to get the communication system working. He has sent messages to the Oberkommando. This is it! They will rescue us! Never lose faith in the Reich!

Day ??? What is Kommandant Fischer thinking? He welded himself in the control room with the communication system. Paranoid. Accusing us of trying to interfere with the transmission. He has completely lost it. The men are saying they heard some commotion by the section F entrance. Probably nothing.

Max's "Happy Birthday" card

Happy Birthday Max!

-Klaus

Caroline's note

Set. Here is my list of possible resistance locations, as you asked:

- Manhattan. A radioactive wasteland, perhaps, but the information Juna discovered in Paris says Nazis have suffered in the area which can only be explained by the presence of resistance groups. Where? (written in Set's handwritting: must be somewhere higher up, to avoid radiation on ground level - will investigate)

- New Orleans. The name "Horton" comes up frequently in the Nazi intel from Paris. We know NO is a getto where the Nazis place American dissidents and other unwanted elements of their society. Juna's resistance friend from Paris, Dimitri, he had a relative who may be part of the NO resistance.

- Appalachian mountains. There is not much known about this. Nazis have captured several possible resistance members in the area, but have not found anything. If there are groups there, they may be dormant for now. If we manage to start a revolution in America, maybe they will wake up and join us!

That is what I have, more details are in the information Juna gave me of course. Come and see me if you want to know more.

-Caroline

Set's diary

April 5. What a lovely day. People have been asking me all kind of questions about the Da'at Yichud. They try to understand, I see this, but it is a challenge for them. I must speak like a child to them. Leave out the complex, esoteric stuff. "The Da'at Yichud is an ancient mystical organization. We existed before the major religions of the world. We think hard, do math and build things to contact God." That sort of thing. I was sworn in as a boychick and I too had a difficult time truly understanding the Da'at Yichud. No, we do not want to control the world. No, we do not want to destroy the planet with superior technology. Yes, the Da'at Yichud is open to anyone with a curious mind who wants to reach God. "But didn't you make clocks, Mr. Set Roth?" No, yes, sometimes. Watchmaker was my cover long ago, before the war. Ah, well. Maybe they will understand it all, eventually...

Now, sleep beckons me. I must submit.

Set's note (1)

Concerning Caroline's power suit

This armor Caroline wears is... I must say beyond fascinating. Such details. Such craftmanship. Almost flawless in execution. A truly fantastic example of Da'at Yichud engineering. I can't even stop looking at it wherever I am around Caroline. Well, well. Created maybe around 18th century. Very difficult to pin-point exact date. I did hear about this when I was a little boychick, from stories told by the elders. Even a klutz could wear this and become the greatest athlete in the world. The engineers hid encrypted messages inside the lining of the suit which I have been trying to decipher, but I have a bupkes so far! Anyway, will return to it one day, if I have the time.

Father Jacques' letter

Paris, November 10, 1938

Dear Maria,

Our home is lonely now that you have moved out. You gave to house a warmth and spirit that seems to have decided to move with you. Me and your mother think of you all the time. We are happy, we have no fear. In fact, we are delighted for you. There is so much ahead of you, for you to see, for you to learn. You must concentrate on your studies now. Tell us how life is in Toulouse. Describe your day. We want to hear all!

Have you heard about Germany? That buffoon won't stay long. People must grow tired of his tirades. I suspect he will be gone within a year.

Love,

Your Father Jacques

Caroline's journal

After B.J. killed General Strasse and freed the prisoners, it cripped the Nazi's Research Division. Slowed the Nazi's advancement in tech research. If he wakes up, I will keep reminding him that we are forever in gratitude to him. The Nazis are demoralized. Humiliated. But it's not enough. More is needed.

The Paris mission was success, in some ways. It was the first step forwards building the momentum we need to take on the Nazis globally. I just wish I could find a way to help Juna...

The Ausmerzer has come awfully close the last couple of days. Worrying. Must speak to Set about this.

-Caroline

Juna's postcard

Calorine.

Woke up by some noise in the catacombs.

You speak in your sleep, did you know? Could not understand, but it sounded funny. Putting this card I found in your suit, hoping you will not discover it until much later.

Just wanted to say thank you for everything. No matter what happens, they can't stop us.

-Juna (the postcard has no postal stamps on it)

Set's note (2)

I'm fascinated by this specimen vat Caroline seized at General Becker's base in Paris. It seems they were working on a new type of super soldier bred entirely for combat. It has distinct organic properties, but seems to be much stronger and durable. Biological, yet manufactured. This is not a grown person with altered physique, but something else entirely. I recognize the liquid preserving the body. Based on very old Da'at Yichud technology. I remember experimenting something similar, but cruder, as a child, for preservating frogs and big beetles. It has completely cancelled decomposition of Juna's body in the other vat we placed in the storage room, holding it in a suspended state. Caroline wants me to leave her alone. I shall do as she asks of course. I see no hope, however. The girl is brain dead.

Unknown Nazi scientist's note

Proffesor Shilling,

Following the catastrophic failure of the so called "crocoduck" experiments with the genetically generated animal hybrids, a more crude approach was decided upon. Here, I will detail the lastest experiment for you.

Subject A's head was removed carefully and placed in the vat containing the preservation liquid developed by the research team in Paris. Subject B's body was taken out of its vat, which also had been preserved in the same liquid, and prepared for the conjoining. Subject A's head was subsequently attached to Subject B's neck. While there was a movement, this seemed to be mostly reflexatory and there was unfortunately no signs of conciousness from Subject A. The experiment was aborted and it was determinated that more research was needed. Specifically, more Da'at Yichud parchments were needed to fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle...

(the note is bloodstained incomplete and written in the margins with Set's handwritting: must be the dekonian theorem - will investigate)

Albert's letter

Oct. 1, 1946

Laney,

Our song's being played here at the club. You know, the one you said made your head spin. Made you feel light as air.

It's getting late here. I can hear the rain outside, softly tapping at the window.

Wish you'd come back to me, baby. Back to the club life where your beautiful voice belongs. I know you've made your mind up in this matter, but I feel I need to tell you this: my heart is aching. Not a day goes by I don't think about you. Dream about you.

I try to write songs, but they always end up as crumpled paper balls in the garbage bin. Seems you took my voice when you left. I respect your decision and I know there's a lot of work to be done for the African American community and you're right - somebody needs to take action. I know you're right. Does it have to be you, though?

All I know is I miss you. I miss the way your skin glistened in the moonlight on the wrinkled sheets of our bed. I miss how you tried to keep from laughting prematurely wherever you told me one of your jokes. I miss your genius remarks on the administration's foreign policy while you poured over the newspaper during breakfast.

I miss all of that and more.

If you won't stop fighting for me, baby - let me know when your fight is over. Then you come back to me. I'll be here waiting for you.

Yours forever, in body and soul,

Albert

Sigrun's diary

June, 1956

Dear diary.

I've been crying all night. Mother embarrassed me terribly today! And only two days from my 15th birthday.

There was a ceremony for the League. I was standing in line with the rest of the girls. Mother was standing next to me, like everyone else's mother. This may sound very silly, dear diary, but I had no idea there was a celebrity visiting ceremony! Then I saw this little man, a very, very small and slouching man, at the end of the line shaking hands with the girl of the League, and I saw that she was coming towards mother and me.

Mother looked at me and whispered:

"Sigrun. Suck your cheeks in. Like this."

And then she made a stupid face and sucked her cheeks in. Dear diary, she looked awfully silly indeed. And I said:

"Why mother?"

"Because you are obese. Suck them in."

I know how she gets when I disobey her. Calling me names. Commenting on my weight, which I am honestly struggling with every day. So tried, very, very hard, to do what she said. I don't think I was working very well.

Anyway, the tiny man shaking hands stopped in front of me, looking straight to my eyes and I looked up and looked into his squinting, strange eyes and realized I was standing before the Führer himself! At first, I was mortified. I just looked at him like an idiot. Then I felt my mother kicking my leg, very hard. So I threw my arm in a salute and shouted: "Heil Hitler!" as loud as I could.

And he gave me a strange smile and casually saluted me back. It made me relax a bit. And then he said:

"A little plump around the cheeks, are we?"

I through I was going to start crying. Then he walked over to mother who was looking like she was going to strangle a goose. I've seen that look many, many times.

"Heil Hitler!" mother said, repeating the procedure. The Führer said:

"You have a beautiful daughter, Obersturmbannführer Engel. But remember. An unhealthy body is a sign of a weak mind. I suggest you to send her to a weight loss clinic, before her health degenerates further."

Or something like that. And mother said:

"Yes, Mein Führer. It's just a teenage phase".

"Yes, yes". He said, inmediately losing interest in me and mother and continued down the line of girls.

Mother looked at me. I tried to suck my cheeks in, but I started crying quietly. So she slapped me. A quick, sharp slap right across the face. I started bleeding from the nose.

Anyway, that was my day. I think I will listen to some music now before I go to sleep.

(Sigrun has drawn a great number of hearts and eyes with tears pouring out of them at the end of the journal entry)

Grace's Enigma machine note

Blazkowicz

Our Sisters intercepted a radio traffic of Übercommander Klaus Klinger, one of the motherfuckers leading the Nazi military presence in America. Apparently, General Engel sent him to clean up you mess in the Manhattan bunker. Killing him, or any Übercommander for that matters, would contribute to the destabilization of the Nazi occupation and assist the upcoming revolution.

This "Enigma machine" is full of encrypted Übercommander profiles. We already have the location of Übercommander Klinger, but try using your Enigma codes to decipher where the others are stationed. If you find and kill Übercommander, bring back his death card so we can scratch that fucker of the list.

-Grace

BRF Rebel Connie's journal

Tuesday. Some day in the fucking week. No clue what month. Need something strong to drink. People keep talking at me. Getting tired of hearing their voices. Silence is so much more beautiful.

B.J.'s back. Everyone was all doom and gloom there for a while. Now that he's back, they think the odds have turned in our favor. I'd say the odds are still stacked up sky high against us...

"Life is more than numbers, Connie." I remember what you said Grace, but I still think you're wrong. Life is ALL numbers, Sister. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go - I see numbers in all God's creation. That's why I'm able to break through the barriers of the security grids, put together by the Nazi's toddler coders.

Life is all numbers and if you don't know math, in the end, everything will turn out in your favor. No matter if you're Nazi or decent human being. Too bad there's so few of the latter around.

(there's indecipherable calculations written in the margins and between the text lines of the page)

Ausmerzer

Maintenance Worker's note (1)

Tractor arms status report.

Completed:

* Added fail-safe. Tractor clamps can only be disabled from main control room. (Not another Chicago incident, please)

* Bolted vent covers in place. Welding was giving away. Should be secure now.

* Added the missing fire hatchet to the emergency case in the access hallway.

To-Do:

* Inform engine room not to overdo the power transference from the anti-gravity field engine. (I don't want to die in a nuclear explosion)

* Send back numbers for the anti-gravity engine to Roswell research team.

Maintenance Worker's note (2)

NOTICE:

Everyone, this is very important! Do NOT initiate the fail-safe sequence for the tractor clamps from the main control room unless you get the go ahead from command. I had to explain to General Engel that you are not useless baboons and that you are in fact beneficial to the Reich. So if I see any of you idiots handling the controls again without authorization I will personally throw you into the Atlantic.

Also, stop misplacing hatchets!

Oberleutnant Anselm Decker's e-post

From: Oberleutnant Anselm Decker

To: ODIN_SEC

Date: 25 Jun. 1961

Following the infiltration of the moon base, the Oberkommando has demanded that the main security system aboard the Ausmerzer is to be upgraded. Several backup systems and failsafes are to be put in place in the ODIN system. The ODIN system is the most advanced and sophisticated surveillance system in the world. If our enemies got hold of a fraction of this technology we would feel the repercussions for years to come. All authorization codes are to be stored at the Oberkommando central servers.

General Engel expects this to be done by the end of the week!

Anselm Decker

Oberleutnant and Second in Command of the Ausmerzer

Unknown Nazi server technician's note

Alex, I know you think the ODIN server system is ancient, but changing it is too big of a hassle. It would leave it too vulnerable. Some terrorists have already started learning how to break into other lesser systems that don‘t have the codes guarded by the Oberkommando.

PS. Found one of the hatchets that was missing. Will put it in the access hallway for now until I get permission to enter the armory.

Soldat Arnfried's letter

Albert,

Mother told me you got stationed at the Ausmerzer. What an honor to serve General Engel! And quartermaster of all things. Don't really know who you buttered up to get that assignment, but take this seriously please. No more incidents like last time! I will always look after my little brother, but I can't bail you out every time you fumble. Mother is so proud that both her sons are fighting the good fight against terror, keeping our Reich safe.

The kids say hi as well, asking when they can see their uncle Alby again. Send me a message when you know you are back in the Fatherland!

Best of luck!

Your brother,

Arnfried

P.S. Since you are also in the armory. now maybe you should quit smoking. That crap will be the death of you.

General Engel's e-post (1)

From: General Irene Engel

To: AUSMERZER_HANGAR_SECURITY

Date: 25 Jun. 1961

All,

May I remind you that I was given command over this ship by the Führer himself. I am the hunter of terrorists. I am the one who will bring our biggest enemy to justice. I have the final say when it comes to every last little detail on this ship. You will all submit to my will. I don't know how this place was run before I took over, but it all changes now.

Last night during my inspection round I noticed several annoying irregularities. Cargo not strapped down correctly. Fuel hoses not inserted correctly into the fuel pump station, dripping flammable fluids onto the deck. Trash lying on the floor for everyone to see like you were degenerate homeless people. You are not! You are warriors of the Greater Reich! Have some dignity for God's sake!

Engel

Maintenance Worker's note (3)

4 Aug. 1961. 11:45 —Ventilation tunnels need to be updated. They pose a serious security flaw to this ship. Access points are flawed and need to be switched to the new model. Anyone could get in as it is right now. General Engel would not be pleased if anything would happen.

General Engel's e-post (2)

From: General Irene Engel

To: Captain Decker

Date: 12 Aug. 1961

Decker,

I will be on The Jimmy Carter Show tomorrow. As second in command, you will be in charge of The Ausmerzer while I am away. I expect everything to be in order when I get back. I was informed of an incident on Venus. Some terrorists managed to infiltrate the Führer’s audition. Luckily the Führer survived the attack. I suspect we are seeing the death throes of the terrorists, but I expect the Ausmerzer‘s security to be on their toes.

Engel

Güther's postcard

18 Jul. 1961

Dear Hedy,

Jacksonville is a horrible place. This postcard is the only I could find, but it doesn't show how ugly it really is. Not much has happened since the war. Many places still in ruins. People on the street stare at you dead eyed when trying to engage in a friendly conversation. They just don't try to be positive. I will try to endure, but frankly, it's a nightmare. I wonder what our Leaders have planned for this hellish wasteland. I say drop another bomb and rebuild it all.

Motel is infested by cockroaches. No robot vacuums sold either.

Miss you,

Günther

Kommandant Klaus's letter

Dear Henrietta,

My, beautiful American girl. I hope you are doing well in Kansas. I am having a wunderbar time on The Ausmerzer, like Jimmy Carver would say. People are really listening to their new Kommandant. Especially the Americans we are working with. The Oberkommando have recruited new American soldiers to the Wehrmacht and I am training them. Many are from the KKK. They are very loyal and they are hardworking. Americans are much easier to work with than I expected!

I sent your father a new television set. Has he spoken about me yet? Can you please tell him something good about me? You know how much I want him to like me. Maybe someday I can take you and your father to visit my home country, Germany.

Love

Klaus

SECURITU MEMO

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

Alpha almost killed on Venus.

Terrorist thread is inminent.

Reinforcements needed.

Activate Zerstörer.

AH's postcard

22 Jul. 1961

Engel,

News reached me yesterday morning. I must confess. It brought tears to my eyes. I say it loud to myself now and again. "Terror-Billy is dead." Such magical, powerful words.

I am proud of you, Engel. His capture was important for the Reich. And for me. Do you remember how I caught him, Engel? So many things happen in my life, it is hard to remember everything. I recall a mountain valley in Bavaria. A sky painted red by the burning dawn. It started raining. Drops fell like bullets to the ground. Me inside one of those mechanical robots General Strasse built for me. So beautiful. I crushed that terrorist Jew with my iron fist. Yes, I remember now. With my iron fist. Blood and steel. My destiny.

I am working on a film, Engel. About how I alone captured Terror-Billy and killed him with my bare hands. I will send you the script. You will love it. I will find the man to play Terror-Billy soon.

AH

Manhattan

Marcy’s letter

Dec. 21, 1948.

Dear Carolyn,

Thank you for the gifts! I hadn't even realized we were that close to Christmas. Nothing but war bonds this year. I should haVe known my little sister would find a way around, like she always does. The scarf you knitted from my old sweater really is cute. I wanted to give it to Lieutenant Stephens, a patient of mine who lost both legs at the Battle of North River, but the captain wouldn't let me due to a suicide attempt. The Lord have mercy on their souls, but I can't find in my heart to blame those wanting to end it all as I lay awake at night, listening to their tormented cries. And we don't have any epinephrine left after two supply ships were torpedoed by the Germans.

I miss you my sweet sister. When this is over, will see you again in the orchard by the old house?

All my love to you, Mom and Robert!

Marcy

Henry’s postcard

Dec 11, 1948.

Good news, honey!

The New York City Council Committee finally agreed to our list price for the light bulbs. They called us some nasty names for not discounting, but hey, everybody's gotta make a living - war or no war! '

An obnoxious negro bumped into me this morning, making me spill coffee all over my new suit. I had to take it to dry cleaning, which meant I was forced to postpone a few of my meetings for next Monday. Will have to catch the train the week after. But don‘t worry, honey - I think I can make it home before Christmas. You know how much I want to open that special gift you said you got waiting for me.

Love,

Henry

PS. Bless these blackouts. Our light bulbs last even longer! DS.

(there is no postage stamp on the postcard)

General Sommer’s e-post

From: General August Sommer

To: Überkommandant Walter Eberhardt

Date: 30 Jun. 1961

Dearest Walter,

I know how much you like tinkering with your robots, so I'm sure you will appreciate this assignment. I trust you are looking forward to our scheduled feast next week at your estate. Please instruct your wife to wear the pig skin costume like last time. From you I demand only your absolute obedience. No safe words this time.

Commuter John’s journal

Monday:

Macaroni and cheese

Subway 06:57

Too little sleep. Train crowded. Jenny burned the lunch.

Tuesday:

Pork chops and potatoes

Subway 06:56

Fat man snoring two seats away. Wish I could sleep too.

Wednesday:

Ham sandwiches, apple -

Subway 07:32

Overslept. Boss will be pissed again. You're not a real American, buddy.

Thursday:

Lasagna

Subway 06:58

Read article about Nazi victories. We shouldn't fight them. Slept 4 hours, tops.

Friday:

Macaroni and cheese

Subway 06:57

Barely any sleep. Jenny burned the goddamn lunch. Asshole behind me yaps in Spanish. Just you wait.

Überkommandant Müller’s e-post

From: Überkommandant Heinrich Müller

To: General Irene Engel -

Date: 28 Jun. 1961

General,

Let me preface this by making it clear that I have the utmost respect for your judgement.

I know you are punishing me and you have every right to. I accept it.

But l feel it would be a disservice to the Reich if I did not inform you that the efforts of my unit could more productively be directed elsewhere. Our daily patrols in these tunnels have yielded nothing of interest. Nothing. All evidence would suggest that any hostile combatants have fled the city. I have scores of able bodied men doing the pointless work of Sisyphus. Day after day. I implore you to reconsider our assignment. Not for me, but for the men under my command.

Respectfully,

Überkommandant Heinrich Müller.

Unknown survivor’s journal

dec 23, 1948

2 days since the bomb

Almost found yesterday

hide in basements

houses collapsed, underground OK … some OK

some filled with the dead

sometimes bodies don‘t look like bodies at all

nightmares

sandra screaming

before fire eats her

try not to scream in sleep

Nazis in yellow plastic suits

searching

killing all and everyone

someone wrote on wall:

BLACK REVOLUTIONARY FRONT

must find

fast

think I have flu

coughing blood

Mary’s postcard

Dec. 18, 1948.

Cynthia,

You and I haven't always gotten along, but this is about little Jimmy. Ever since Eric was lost at Omaha beach and Susan killed herself, Jimmy's been wasting away. He hardly talks and eats even less, not that we got much to offer him, what with Willy losing his job at the mine. I beg you now, Cynthia, could he live with you in New York, just during winter at least? I know your husband makes a decent living and you have no children of your own. I know we promised Susan we would help, but he is after all your grandchild. Please call me or write me back in time before Christmas. I'll pay the train fare from Cleveland.

Jennifer says hello!

Sincerely,

Mary

Cook book recipe

"Sauerkraut Burger"

1. Fry or grill a patty of ground hamburger meat.

2. Put patty on top of bottom half a whole grain bread roll.

3. Spread a thick layer of German mustard on the burger meat.

4. Add a hearty dollop of sauerkraut on top.

5. Place thick strips of speck on the sauerkraut.

6. Put top half of bread roll over the speck and squeeze gently.

7. Serve the burger with pickled cucumber, boiled potatoes, and a stout of robust German beer.

(Someone has scribbled "YUM! MUST MAKE THIS!" in German in the margins of the page.)

Frank’s postcard

Hi Darren,

I'm writing this postcard from a diner I had planned to write it at the top floor restaurant of the State Building but they refused to let me in. Manager said my kind wasn't welcome. I told him I had an appointment with Mr. Larsen, but he wouldn't hear it. Called me a liar. L will go back to Santino and speak to him first thing in the morning. By the way, if you ever visit Barry's Diner here in Lower East, ask for a black coffee and a cherry pie. Deeelicious!

Louis

Clarence’s letter

Dec 19, 1948.

Hey sweetheart,

I sit here under the shade of a big palm tree writing this letter to you. I know - another letter from the front. I just want to let you know how much I miss you guys back home. How much I wish this was a vacation instead of fighting Nazis and that you and little Angela were here with me, basking in the sun. You know, it's quite beautiful here on this island where I'm stationed. You got the emerald colored waters, long stretches of blinding white sand beaches, blue skies as far as you can see. The (long line of text redacted) and it's right in front of me.  They say we have to move out soon again. I don't know where, but the Germans are pushing the frontline and we have to stop them or else, who will?

Anyway, how's my sweet little angel? I miss that pretty face of hers. I miss that laugh I got everytime I tickled her belly. I miss it all.

Take care, baby

Yours forever,

Clarence

Grace’s speech manuscript

Date: 7 August, 1948.

Brothers and sisters. Members of the Black Revolutionary Front. Troublemakers.

Rebels.

American is sick. There's a tumor growing inside its body. And it's been growing ever since this country was founded. Ever since it was built upon the broken backs of African slaves, our ancestors. America is a country that has systematically suppressed black Americans' right to? live their lives in freedom and prosperity. A country that wants to deny us our right to a voice. A country that has shown no interest in finding a cure.

My friends. We intend to change this. We intend to become a force to be reckoned with on the political landscape of America. We intend to be the voice for all black Americans who are voiceless at this very moment. We intend rid our country of the disease of racism and take our freedom back!

I think it's time for... (the manuscript ends here with half the page torn off)

Joe’s postcard

(in very tiny letters):

Nov. 8, 1948

My son,

Had an encounter with Bobby-Joe at the diner. Same old expert at stringing together words of nonsense as per usual, but he did inform me that he'd heard from Crooked Jane who in turn had spoken to Jackie One-Leg that you're handling some mighty big case in New York go about calling yourself Super-Spesh nowadays. I just about spat my drink out in Bobby-Joe's face. Dumbest thing I ever heard, but then I saw that sincere lookin his face and I knew he weren't joshing around.

Anyway, it's been a darn long time since you—came to visit, Norm. Son, you know your old man loves you, whatever queer name you call yourself. Now, I'm not gonna start blaming you. See I know you're busy with your friends over there in New York, but I have a suggestion for you: why don't you take your friends with you to Roswell? I got plenty of spare room here in the old house. I can even cook up some of my famous spicy chili to feed their hungry bellies.

Listen to me, Norm - or Super-Spesh, or whatever it is. There's conspiring going on here. Things are afoot, shall we say. Get them military personnel running around like crazy. Something going on with that underground lab of theirs.

With the war against the krauts going down the crapper, I bet you they're trying to use some kind of alien technology to hit back at the Nazis. Whatever it is, I don't like being kept in the dark.

You get back to me soon, son, you hear me?

Your loving father,

Papa Joe

Karla’s postcard

12 Jun. 1961

Albert,

I have been here for a month now and I can with confidence say that Providence is indeed a very strange city. The recent crime Wave that has been plaguing the area makes it unsafe to tread the streets at night. During my many interviews with the people living here, I've overheard whisperings of mutated and feral inhabitants, perhaps poisoned by the radioactive fallout from New York.

I'm staying at a rundown cheap motel for now. The owner barely speaks, just looks at me with eyes that seem almost devoid of life. I found my ancestor Johann Curwen's old house in the city outskirts. People shun it, telling me that it's cursed, saying I should avoid it by any means. Well, that is something I have no intention of. l have decided that I shall organize a trip to the old mansion first thing tomorrow. I hope I shall find something.

Yours truly,

Karla Deitrich Waltz

Klaus’ letter

Beloved sister,

The Americans are on their knees. They maintain a brave face but their eyes betray them. They know their way of life is coming to an end. Some resist. Fight. They claw at everything around them in desperation.

Yet utter ruination is the only thing they have to look forward to. It is a good time to be alive, sister. Father would be proud.

Kiss your children from me. I promise to visit for Christmas.

- Klaus

(there is no postage stamp on the letter)

Überkommandant Klinger’s note

MEETING MINUTES: OPERATION NEUYORK 7

LOCATION: THE OBERKOMMANDO

PRESENT: KLINGER, WECHSLER, HOFFMANN, MESSER

1. WHAT IS THE GOAL?

Oberkommando wants to rebuild New York to a glorious Reich city, a capital on the eastern coast of the American territories. Should be the pinnacle of German technology and craftsmanship.

2. WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE?

-Clean up toxic waste.

-Complete removal of radioactivity within the greater area of Neuyork.

-Purge all terrorist threats from the area.

-Construct new buildings from überrconcrete.

-City should have the tallest building IN THE WORLD.

-Research more Da'at Yichud technology to do this.

-Advertise: remove the stigma of "city of a million ghosts" nonsense.

-Contact all media channels for positive articles!

3. POSSIBLE TIMEFRAME?

—Spring 1967 for complete restoration. (Check timeframe with boss)

-Will need forced labor support to make this deadline. Disposable sklave workforce can handle the removal of toxic waste.

4. ANYTHING ELSE?

—Possible slogans: "THE CITY OF HOPE" or "THE BIG APFELSTRUDEL" (everyone laughed when Hoffmann suggested this)

MEETING AJOURNED: 10.30 AM

Signed Überkommandant Klaus Klinger

Kommandant Achterberg’s e-post

From: Kommandant Harald Achterberg

To: Kommandant Leo Hummel

Date: 22 Jul. 1961

Are they crazy?!

I agree, Hummel. We are STILL finding corpses in the underground to dispose of. Radiation levels are nowhere near nominal levels. I waded through toxic sludge yesterday! Manhattan is nowhere near ready to be reconstructed. At least give us some realistic goals, for God's sake!

—Achterberg

Jürgen’s postcard

Klaus,

How is life in Manhattan? Have you grown a new pair of arms yet? Jokes aside,you must come to the west territories! I think you will love it here. So many opportunities for you to start a whole new life, and forget about Karoline. I bought this postcard on my way to Los Angeles. I work here now at the Media Tower, guarding the production of The Jimmy Carver Show - maybe you've heard of this?

If I can get a transfer, me and Magda are planning on buying a ranch. Maybe some cows. Like in those old silent movies. We have to send Albert's papers first to the Ministry of Health, too. Only couples with healthy babies are allowed to buy ranches. They need to make sure he is not abnormal. The boy is growing so fast, I can't believe it! Feels like yesterday Magda bought him new clothes, and now they don't fit him anymore. But he is so cute.

Miss you, old friend!

Jürgen

Roswell

Logan’s letter

I'm so glad you're coming down for the Victory Day Parade, Jane, but I'll be perfectly honest with you — I need to pull a double shift that day. Uncle Ricky has become even more useless since they arrested Warehouse-Thomas. He just keeps rambling to customers about this and that, things he'd better hope no one takes seriously. I tell you, Jane, the amount of work the shop demands every single day is killing me. And now, with the upcoming laws we have to comply with following Changeover Day next year, we're going to be busier than beavers.

Anyway, I'm glad you're coming. Aunt May will have good food and drinks to celebrate the day and I hear that the Army's parade is going to be something we just got to see. It's mandatory, anyway.

Logan

Rosswell Cinema schedule

4 Jul. 1961, Roswell - At the movie theater in Roswell, we are showing the following movies today:

11:50 — "A Time for Change"

A heart-breaking movie about an ordinary convenient store clerk who struggles to convince his fellow Americans that change is necessary for the white man's survival.

14:10 - "How the West Was Saved" ‘

The true story of how the west was conquered from the bloody hands of murderous Indians.

17:50 - "Joe and the Robot Dog"

During the Liberation War, an American patriot and his robot dog stand up against his communist boss who wants to create a multiracial workforce.

21:1 0 - "America - The New Order"

Lady Helene's epic story of how the Great führer led the Liberation War that ended the tyranny in America and introduced the New American Order!

Coming Soon: — "Love in a Time of Terror"

A strong German soldier and a beautiful female American news reporter fall in love, but a degenerate terrorist's bomb attack traps them both in the city subway and they have only hours to make it out before they die.

Have a nice movie watching experience, y'all!

N.B.: Audience members are required to dispose of their waste. Anyone who disobeys will be reported to the authorities. Thank you for your cooperation. Heil Hitler!

Emilia’s postcard

May 16, 1961

Good news, Ma!

My new job was approved by the Ministry of Employment. I start tomorrow. It‘s at a factory constructing nuclear missile warheads. I moved into the inner city of Denver because I couldn't afford the old house. New owners were nice. Germans. Else and Axel and they had a son and a daughter who were just the cutest little things.

My new boss is American. Very wealthy from what I heard the ladies at the barbershop say. Always been on the good side with the Germans. He told me how grateful we should be for the Germans, for getting rid of the moral rot in society. Gave me a lot to think about.

Guess I'm rambling a bit. Thank you for your letter, Ma. Will you send me a picture of this German fella you wanted me to meet? Sounds like a catch! Hugs and kisses,

Emília

Manager Jone’s note

All,

Someone's gotta shut their motormouth before something bad happens. People are saying someone in this store is spreading malarkey, something about it being the Wermacht's fault we got a fuel supply shortage, that they use it all up for their Supersoldaten and whatnot. You want to end up in Arabela Camp for some German "re-education"? You're putting not only your own but my neck too on the line. I ain't saying you're wrong. But truth ain't worth a nickel if you're six feet under.

Hunter Jones

Manager

Super Spesh’s note

Hey kitchen!

lt's the age of sauerkraut, man.

Got a letter from the Food Inspection Agency. They got a new law coming requiring food joints to offer at least 50% "authentic German cuisine". Now, I'd like to say FUCK 'EM! But I've also gotten into the habit of not being a corpse.

So we better get on with it. I'll rework the menu. Gotta get it ready for the Victory Day Parade. Oh, by the way - I know you wanna be with your family during the parade, so you go ahead and take a day off, buddy. I owe you big time for taking care of dad's place while I was gone all those years.

Spesh

Super Spesh’s letter

Grace,

If you're reading this, it probably means I've kicked the bucket. Hell, I knew I wouldn't last long on this earth. The Man will always want me gone. It's just how the Man works, Nazi, human or otherwise.

But I want you to know this, Grace. I've loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you in FBI lockup. I know you don't believe in the whole mommy-daddy-nuclear— family thing, and | get where you're coming from. Don't want to argue about it. Since I'm dead I guess you were right.

I'll just say that our child was born out of love and you're just going to have to love her for both of us from now on. I don't ask for anything else but for you to love Abby every day, with every fiber of your being, for as long as you can.

Do that for me.

Yours,

Super Spesh

Kommandant Hummel’s e-post

From: Kommandant Wolfgang Hummel

To: 52_Trainstation

Date: 4 Jul. 1961

Boss is freaking out. You guys seen this shipment?

"We were supposed to receive a delivery (4N-G1) out of Romania. An artifact potentially so important the excavators pissed their pants. Well, it never arrived to the labs. Where the hell is it? Oberkommando is breathing down my neck!

Lütz Meier”

If you have info, let me know. People are under a lot of stress here.

-Hummel

Lütz Meier's research note (1)

Lütz to-do:

- Delegate artifact handling to Wolfgang

- Schedule appointment with psychologist

- Document audio hallucinations

- Tell Wolfgang to move all artifacts from my lab

- Ask for a transfer

- Request more Mescalero reservation workforce for the West area expansion plans

Steve Johnson’s e-post

From: Steve Johnson

To: Lütz Meier

Date: 3 Jul. 1961

Interesting points you bring up, Lütz. Da'at Yichud artifacts appear, on the surface, almost magical. But as we uncover their mysteries we always find them to be completely technological in nature. Unfolding magic into science is the curse of the scientist - each passing day we make our worlds more complex. But if even we struggle to understand this complexity, how was it at all possible to invent these devices in an era perhaps even before the scientific method was conceived?

Perhaps that is the greatest mystery.

By the way, did you hear about the research center in Austria? The whole building collapsed. Many dead. I heard there's rumors about something wrong with the concrete. I'm just worried because Heinrich was working there. I just spoke to him the other week over the phone.

Letters from the American People

Thank You, Gerrnany!

Sent in by reader Mark Johnsson

Before the Liberation War, if someone would have asked me if I could imagine being part of the Greater Reich, I would have said "No, siree bob!" Well, I will be the first to admit that l was a gosh darn fool back» then. Let me explain.

Every day, I wake up in my comfortable bed here in the American Territories and I think: "Thank God the Germans came and liberated this country from the moral degeneration that was going on." Truth of the matter is, the white American race was dying because reckless politicians were mistreating their power in this country. What is shameful about being white and being proud about it? Practically everyone says it's been scientifically proven that we are superior to all other races. Well, the shaming days are over, thanks to our new Beloved Führer! They have truly taken this country and (the page is torn in half)

Unknown nazi scientist’s journal

June 12

There is something wrong with Lütz. He is becoming increasingly temperamental and strange. A week ago he started playing loud music in his lab. As it is against the rules I had to speak with him. "It's the only way to have some quiet" he answered, looking all frazzled. He keeps playing his music. Tells me that Mescalero ghosts haunt him in his dreams.

Today I sat next to him in the cantina for lunch. Under his breath he repeated chant- Iike phrases in a language I did not recognize. When I asked about it, he said "Oh, I think it's just a song." I'm concerned his work on the Da'at Yichud artifacts is taking a toll on his mental wellbeing.

Else’s letter

Dearest brother,

When you defended mother from father's fists, I knew. When you protected me from his hands, I knew. You are a defender, a bulwark against evil.

I received the news of your promotion. Now you guard our race against the rotten and corrupt. I am so proud of you, and this is why I do not mourn your move to America.

We pray for you. Mother sends a hug. Do not worry about us.

Your sister Else

General Engel’s e-post

From: General Engel

To: All_senior_military

Date: 4 JuI. 1961

Terror-Billy is somehow still on the loose. There never has been a military power of greater might, or a better equipped intelligence community, and yet he remains free to terrorize and murder.

That this subhuman hasn't been captured is unacceptable, to me and to the Führer himself. If it was not clear to everyone: Your number 1 priority is the capture of William J. Blazkowicz.

Do not fail me.

Do not fail the Führer.

Mihai Popescu’s e-post

From: Mihai Popescu

To: 52_Research

Date: 3Jul. 1961

A warning from Romanian excavation site #4N. The latest shipment (4N-G1) contains an extremely dangerous artifact. Officer Vasile, responsible for processing the artifact, was found dead with blood gushing from all the major orifices of his body. We do not yet understand what happened to him, but I can assure you it was not pleasant. Be careful.

Also, we will need to move the grave site for the Mescalero reservation workforce. Plans for expansion of the West area-have been finalized. I suggest burning whatever remains the cleanup crew finds. Saves space and unpleasantries.

Lütz Meier's research note (2)

Hasenkamp,

How does a man just disappear? By not following the rules, that's how! Helmut accidentally dropped a 300 kg Da'at Yichud artifact on the floor, causing a reaction that made him and the artifact disappear in a blinding white flash. His colleague Sander received 3rd degree burns and his safety goggles melted into his face. What did Helmut do wrong? Come on, guess! DING DING DING! He didn't properly secure the artifact. Safety, people! It's number one!

(Tell your team that Helmut's memorial service is scheduled for Friday.)

On another note, Elke discovered that a Jew named Set Roth escaped from Camp Belica with the terrorist Vlfilliam Blazkowicz. This man is rumored to be a living member of the Da‘at Yichud. He may have information on the origin of the artifact from the 4N-G1 shipment. Because of an embarrassing paperwork failure, the Jew slipped under their radar and the idiots let him slip away from their very hands! Send out a team to investigate his whereabouts.

Lütz Meier

Franka’s postcard

May 29, 1961

Dear Neighbors!

We're having a marvelous time here at the resort. Little Albert is in the pool all day long, I'm afraid he's going to turn into a fish! Franz started speaking to the owner of the resort last night. Turns out he's from Frankfurt, just like Franz, can you believe it? Apparently, after the American Territories were liberated, he found this place in ruins. Took him just two years to rebuild it all into this spectacular slice of Heaven. What a wonderful man! Franz was up all night talking business with him. They serve authentic German food here too.

How is everything back home in Saddlebrook? Thank you for taking care of our house while we're away. I think we're so lucky to have such wonderful neighbors like you. Next time, it's our tum!

Franka and the Eichmann Family

Vollrath Brotz’s e-post

From: Vollrath Brotz

To: Fritz Eichel, Ekkehard Wetzel, Nicolaus Shriver

Date: 4 Jul. 1961

Can someone please inform me where the hell Commander Gruber is? Flirting with the American girls at the parade? I've had enough of covering for his behind. He was supposed to bring back some food from Papa Joes and be here before our shift started. And now I'm stuck here — hungry - having to do his job too. If our superiors learn about this, Gruber is dead!

Vollrath

Kommandant Johan’s letter

Gruber,

Every time the sun sets and the countless stars rise over the Sahara desert, I grow anxious. I think too much again. About our mission and what we've done. We brought much needed order, prosperity and culture to Morocco. But the sacrifices were great, and they were not ours. '

In my dreams I see their faces. Were they not human? Had God not granted them a voice, a heart, a soul? We robbed them of their destiny to fulfill our own. It's gotten to where I can no longer tell the difference between what is righteous and what is wicked.

What I ask for is reassurance that our mission is just.

Your friend,

Johan

Gottlieb’s postcard

Jun. 1, 1961 7

My. dear Mother,

America is a wonderful place, quite unlike how you described it to me when I was a child. They have everything here, Mother, and now, it's all ours. I just came back from this lovely place in the mountains where you can go skiing. Me and Herta went there last month, before they sent me to Roswell. Got this postcard there, but I forgot to send it. "Aspen" they call it. l know you would love it.

Listen, Mother. Frankfurt is no place to spend your autumn years. Will you not come here? You can stay with me and Herta until you find a place of your own.

Your son,

Gottlieb

Friedrich Baumgartner’s e-post

From: Friedrich Baumgartner

To: William Baumgartner

Date: 3 Jul. 1961

Little brother,

America is wonderful. I have many friends here among the upstanding Americans who have welcomed us as saviors of the Aryan race. America's vast terrain is ripe for our colonization. I told all of my friends about you, sweet little brother and they are really excited to meet you. When will you come and visit me and Angela? We have a very big house in New Mexico. It used to be owned by a real cowboy, imagine that! So there is plenty of room for you and your family to stay. We can grill meat in the evening and drink beer! '

Miss you, little brother.

Love,

Friedrich

Gunhilde’s postcard

Jun. 3, 1961

Dear Karl

Life in the Korean territories is wonderful. We are stationed on a lovely little quite island called "Jeju" which is like a little slice of heaven. Yesterday, me and my friend Park went up to the volcano in the middle of the island! The General has started digging into the center of the volcano. They suspect the presence of very valuable resources.

I miss you and Bavaria of course, but I'm proud of my Korean friends. How quickly an ancient culture can adapt to modern thinking! Well, those who were willing to adapt anyway. It's only been 15 years and they already eat without using wooden sticks, started learning how to use our alphabet, and have left that Buddha nonsense behind.

Tell Linda I miss her Klöße and ask her to send the recipe.

Gunhilde Siedel

Mesquite

Frank’s Letter

Rip,

What in the hell are you doing? I told you, many times, that there'd be consequences if you didn't get your business together. Your fiscal ailments are just spiraling out of control. Now, I've been a friend of yours for a damned long time. I've stood up for you more times than I can count off the top of my head. And I believed you when you repeatedly told me you would sort your act out. That you'd get the business floating above the red line again. Now, did you deliver? Hell no, buddy! You just squandered away every last bit of opportunity I gave you. That's why I'm ringing the death knell for this friendship.

Goodbye and never speak to me again,

- Frank

Überkommandant Wechsler's letter

Date: May 1, 1949

Herr Rip Blazkowicz.

Thank you for expressing your willingness to cooperate with us. The more information you provide us with - Jews and deviants, their location, and so forth -the more "rewards" you will get for showing your loyalty. There may even be a chance to get a new place for you. In the future, I suspect there will be many vacant mansions that need to be occupied by those who are loyal to the Reich.

I will look into these "Frank" and "Archibald" characters that were troubling you.

Heil Hitler!

Überkommandant Erik Wechsler

Fragment of old news article

...the larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.

The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron

Aunt Wilma’s letter

Dearest Rip,

I hope that you're holding up well and cooperating with our new administration. I must say, things are looking much brighter for us now. Your uncle has been promised a new job by the regime - a janitor at the new SS building in the city center. He's very excited! It's a far cry from the machine operator job he used to have before he was fired all those years ago, but it puts bread on the table. So, how's Zofia? I imagine that she's worried now, considering the circumstance. I hear the Germans have some issues with the Jews. I bet if she cooperates with them, everything will be okay.

Anyway, hope we can visit you again this summer!

Love,

Aunt Wilma

Young Billy’s note

(the paper is bloodstained and wrinkled)

I swear I will be good boy

I swear I will not disobey my father

I swear I will clean up my room

I swear I will clean up the dishes

I swear I will act like a goddamn man

I swear I will not disgrace my people

(this text was written by an adult)

Billy Blazkowicz

(the name was written by a child)

Archibald’s Letter

Hey Rip,

Consider this my letter of resignation. See I'm done having to excuse your embarrassing behavior to our customers every time you put your foot in it. I'm done with you and I'm done with your lying bullshit, to be honest with you. Frank told me all about your scams. Told me all about your devious backstabbing and scheming. Screwing people over is your idea of being a good businessman? You're a con. A phony. Slicker than a goddamn slop jar is what you are. You talk a lot, buddy, but talk only gets you so far.

You can put that in your pipe and smoke it!

- Archibald

Zofia’s Diary

Date: Aug 1, 1908

Today I met the most beautiful young man l have ever seen. It was at the Polish American Society gathering here in Dallas. Mother told me his name was Rip and that his father came to America from Poland in 1889. She said his family was poor and had a bad reputation. Mother said I should stay away from him. I made an excuse to talk to him. He told me a joke about a monkey which made me laugh. I wonder if! can make him laugh? I know many jokes, but maybe he will think I am crude... Anyway, this Sunday, I'm going to meet him again at Uncle Anatol's. Will not get much sleep until then!

(the margins of the page is filled with ornate abstract drawings)

Lady Helene’s e-post

From: Lady Helene

To: Überkommandant Erich Eberhardt

Date: 19 Jul. 1961

Dear Erich Eberhardt

Herr Hitler requests that the scene from Terror-Billy's childhood should be as authentic as possible. Your task is to gather all research material that you can find and that you deem could be of value to the scene. We want to find everything that shows his degenerate nature. Was he illiterate? How was his table manners? Did he masturbate in the toilet? Anything!

Report back to me as soon as you can.

Sincerely,

Helene

Fragment of movie script page

Young Terror-Billy enters the room with his face covered in feces. He makes a squeaking sound, like a pig getting his tail pulled. His mother laughs at his stupid behavior and then she sighs, betraying her feeling of disappointment, having raised such a failure of a son.

YOUNG TERROR-BILLY: Look, mother! I'm a pig! I'm a pig!

MOTHER: Go to bed, Billy.

FATHER: No, Billy. I'm sick and tired of your degenerate behaviour. It's time you learn to be a real man.

His father whips out his belt and —

(Scribbled with red pen over the page are some notes;)

Things to do in America:

- Taste very strong pepper ("chili")

- Milkshake (Gruber recommended Strawberry)

- Private showing of banned movies

- Try out life as a cowboy with Officer Hansel

- Visit Camp Odessa (increase labor efficiency)

New Orleans

Joy’s letter

May 29, 1951

Jonas,

I'm just about fuming right now. Had a visit from a "Reich representative" yesterday. Ol' Roger's son, Bucky, remember him? That boy joined up quick after the Germans took over. Anyway, he told me they would be claiming all of my farm for the Reich. Can you believe it, brother? All of my beautiful alligators? They'll be gone before the end of summer, they tell me and there ain't nothing I can do about it. Frankly,

I'm at wit's end here. They won't listen to me. These alligators, they're all I have in this life, for God's sake. Listen buddy, can I come stay with you for a while up in Washington? I know things haven't been right between us since pa died, but the past is the past. Maybe there's a chance I can get my business back again, if I just go and talk to the right people in Washington. Or maybe you can help me out. I know you have money from that shop business of yours. They won't do anything to New Orleans, will they?

Write soon, brother!

Jimmy’s postcard

July 1946

I hope you are proud of me now Papa. Tomorrow we ship off to Scotland for the big fight. I will do my duty to protect this great country. For you and mama. When I get back I hope you can look me in the eye and call me a man.

Jimmy

Überkommandant Ackermann’s e-post

From: Überkommandant Otto Ackermann

To: WALL SECURITY

Date: 31 Jul. 1961

REGARDING DETAINEE HYGIENE AND HEALTH ISSUES

Men. I know there's been complaints regarding the handling of detainees. Some of you find them repulsive, that they smell like corpses, that they are dirty and even contagious. Well, I hear you and I understand you, make no mistake about that.

Therefore, I will arrange for you to bring portable water tanks and high-pressure hoses with which you can clean the worst offenders efficiently. I think this solution will be sufficient to make a better workplace for all of us.

Überkommandant Otto Ackermann

Kommandant Sauer’s note

Herrmann,

7 zones are now marked as no-go dueto heavy radiation from the terrorists' atom bomb attack. Überkommandant Ackermann has ordered a quarantine protocol ensuring zone 5C keeps within acceptable radiation levels. Ground surfaces and exterior walls are chemically cleaned as we speak, and no one enters without a dosimeter. This will be our base of operations while securing all equipment and confidential material. Your duty is to remain within the wall and report radiation levels each hour. With a grid of measurements we can stay on top of how the radiation spreads and predict the integrity of the base's quarantine.

Oh, and apparently, all of the surviving ghetto hälftlings escaped with the terrorists to their boat Eva's Hammer. So there is probably no need to waste any bullets.

Kommandant Sauer

General Engel’s e-post

From: General Irene Engel

To: All_senior_military

Date: 18 Jul. 1961

All,

We caught him. Like a worm wriggling at the end of our hook. The biggest manhunt in history has ended.

Shortly, I will be interviewed on the Jimmy Carver's show. There will be parties arranged so you may watch television show live.

I wish to thank you all for the work done in tracking down Terror-Billy. Soon, the terrorists will be defeated. They will scurry like rats, like headless chickens, without their degenerate leader.

Hell Hitler,

Frau Engel

Leo’s letter

Dearest John,

I don't know how to ask you this, but I’m afraid now. Afraid they'll take me away like they did with our friend Ben. Can I come live with you in the city?

I know we haven't known each other for very long, and that we haven't met as often as I would have hoped. You know how difficult it is to travel these days. I feel like it would be easier to stay in the city, you know what I mean?

I know this is sudden and early, but I ask because I can hear people talking about now and I fear I won't be long for this world if I stay.

Your friend,

Leo

Resistence fighter’s letter

You're not taking me alive, you evil Nazi motherfuckers. If there is a hell, you will

roast on Satan's fire spit for an eternity, you pathetic assholes. Fuck you.

-T

(The note is stained with big blotches of blood)

Klan leader William’s letter

9 April, 1949

My, respected friend Frank,

I understand that you may disagree with many of the Germans' policies. Yes, they are socialists, that is a fact, but they believe in protecting the white race from moral rot and cultural degeneration. And frankly, they won the war! The time has come to pick a side.

Now, they have reached out to us in the Klan to act as mediators between them and the American people, to ensure stability during these trying times. I think we have to cooperate with them, or else something far worse could happen to us. Tmth be told, what does it matter in the end? I think we can all agree that we have the same long term goals in mind, which is to ensure that the white race of America has a prosperous and unending future. They have told me that the Church of the Reich, what remains of the Catholic Church, is the only accepted religion within the Greater Reich and as we all believe in the same God I think that, although we may have to change our ways of worship somewhat, our way of life will still be the same. Maybe even better!

So, again, I ask you to reconsider the New Orleans Klan chapter's stance in this matter, because in the end, I think it comes down to two things: cooperate, or perish.

Yours,

William Stephenson

Ghetto häftling Jennifer’s diary

June 6, 1951

Jesus Christ, it's hot. Middle of the night, but feels like noon. Sweating like a pig.

Place is quiet. Germans are asleep. Drank themselves into a stupor, causing a ruckus. Can smell the stench of beer from here. I put on my other face, continue to be helpful to the Germans. So they don't shoot me. Or do something worse to me.

Some of the others go too far. I overhear them speaking, groveling, ratting people out. Just like back home. Like the turncoats who did anything not to get sent here. It's disgusting. Maybe they like the feeling of being treated like they are superior to others, even though we are all slaves to the Führer now. I know what they are. Traitors. Spineless traitors.

We have been ordered to work on a great wall that will span the entire inner city perimeter. The Nazis say they will create a "safe zone" for detaining people that have been misplaced. "For our own protection."

I know it's dangerous to write all this down, but I have to, for my own sanity. I have a good hiding place. If they find this, they will shoot me, for sure. Like so many others they have shot. Above all, I believe it's important to document all the atrocities the Germans are committing. And will commit.

Okay, that's it for today.

-Jennifer

Kommandant Adler's e-post

From: Kommandant Adler

To: WALL_SECURITY -

Date: 31 Jul. 1961

WHY ARE YOU NOT RESPONDING OVER RADIO. THE WALL IS BREACHED.

TERRORISTS. WHICH FREQUENCY ARE Y SHIT I THINK HE

Kommandant Pohl's e-post

From: Kommandant Pohl

To: General Karl Haas

Date: 31 Jul. 1961

General Haas,

I seek your advice on the "Ku Klux Klan." As per your orders I have utilized them as tools for the, shall we say, "messiest" operations. I know that the KKK were recruited during the Liberation War to function as blunt tools - "sledgehammers, not scalpels," as you so eloquently put it. The problem is that they are simply dull beyond belief. I always end up having to clean up after their mistakes and I'm quickly reaching the end of my patience. How do you suggest I improve my control over these morons?

Kommandant Pohl

Kommandant Speer's note

June 23, 1961

Had some very interesting thoughts today during the security inspection round. This should probably be somewhere in chapter 3, "Human Psyche of the American People"

The human psyche is astonishing in its adaptability. We have atom bombed these people, killed their sons and husbands and fathers on the battlefield, eliminated scores of undesirables and degenerates, dissolved their democracy institutes. Yet so many of them turned around soon after the Liberation War ended. It was almost too easy. The technology of The Ausmerzer was of course an effective instrument in this, hunting down terrorists, bombing cities that harbored them, and so on. This city, New Orleans, was probably one of the few places where the resistance was toughest. It was astonishing, how they threw themselves at our guns for their foolish cause. But even before the Liberation War ended, we saw many Americans jumping over to our side. And then more followed. Many just learning to live with the situation. They became loyal to the Reich. They started informing on their friends and family. At this point they're no longer only submitting to the New Order out of fear —they have actually accepted it as the new normal.

And so I wonder. How shallow are our deepest convictions?

Unnamed Überkommandant’s note

Elize.

My heart is filled with doubt.

Voices of the dead, from my time in Camp Boston, are haunting my sleep. I have always been convinced my actions were just. Those sub-humans deserved what they got. I have been called The Butcher of Boston and it has made me proud.

A pride of such strength it was only surpassed by my love for you.

But since you died my heart has weakened.

I don't know. Maybe it began when Johann was born? Maybe in this weakened state, poisonous ideas work their way inside? Casting doubt on my life's work?

I have risen in rank since I lost you. Granted access to classified information. I've Iearned things that break my heart. These glorious machines of war at our disposal. The technological superiority of our military comes not from the genius mind of the Führer as we have been told. It has been stolen, plagiarized from our worst enemy.

What does that say about us? Does that make us the subhumans? What if Terror- Billy is not an agent of Satan, but sent by God to punish us? What if we deserve it? I think I must face the fact that I am no longer doing this work because I believe it is good and just, but for the love and respect of the men under my command.

I am lost.

I wish I could hear your voice. You were my rock. (the note has a stamp of the Übercommander on it)

Überkommandant Grosse's e-post

From: Überkommandant Albert Grosse

To: Sturmbannführer Hans Wechsler -

Date: 1 Aug. 1961

Sir,

This mission was a mistake from day one. I am not pleased to be saying "I told you so", but the outcome is just as I suspected. Zitadelle unit J-116-UU-2 has suffered a complete mechanical breakdown, resulting in explosive self-destruction.

We are sifting through the debris, uncovering all parts belonging to the unit, but every man under my command can see that this Zitadelle unit is far beyond repair.

I have been forced to give many pep talks to the men in an attempt to lift morale, but my words are hollow and the men will not be deceived.

The time has come for me to request reassignment to a more meaningful mission. The military will have to find another way to cut costs. This one is a dead end.

-Überkommandant Albert Grosse

Kommandant's note

NO purge tally:

Zone 3A

6 F

5 M

Zone 38

12 F (3 ch.)

10 male (1 ch.)

Zone 3C

11 F

9 M(2 ch.)

Building integrity:

Overall good.

Some collateral damage to be expected.

—Kommandant Böttcher

Unkown Ghetto häftling journal

Pa always told me "The character of a man is illuminated in his darkest hour." Am I illuminated now, pa? Am I all you hoped l would be?

Joshua. I'm not a monster. I did what I did to save my kids. If you'd been in my position, wouldn't you have done the same?

I hear you screaming, Joshua. I hear you.

The Kommandant is coming any minute. I think he's bringing my kids with him. I'm sure of it.

E’s postcard

Dear Satnin,

Well here I sit in a dingy hotel, thinking of you, mother. You're what keeps me going through these lonesome days. I try to show what I'm capable of but these German producers tell me I sing weird. They think I'm too influenced by the "darker side" of American music. I'll be home to see you soon, mama.

All my love,

E

Venus

Unknown soldat's to-do List

AUDITION DAY TO-DO:

- Order flowers for Naydner's 5 year work anniversary

- Feed Albert's fishes, Monday and Tuesday

- Ask the aerostat habitat's chef to use less salt – healthy!

- Foster a positive working environment - greet colleagues with a smile

- Escort the audition winner to his new quarters

- If winner is Jules Redfield - get his autograph! I LOVE Jules Redfield! "No one messes with the Krüger brothers." My favorite line.

MEMO FROM LADY HELENE

The actors will be arriving in two days. They will be playing the scenes we agreed upon based on your sublime input and I yield to your judgement of course in selecting the most appropriate one for the role of William J. Blazkowicz. If you desire any advice, I will be there to help. We have arranged extra security detail as well as a splendid buffet table cooked up by the aerostat habitat's head chef. There are plenty of grapes as you requested.

We have selected four potential actors out of hundreds of applicants:

JULES REDFlELD: Quite famous movie star from Austin, Texas. Herr Redfield likes milkshakes, fast cars and football (not the hideous American kind of course). The Secret Police have been shadowing him for three months, suspecting possible Jewish connections, but these fears have been put to rest.

LLEWELLYN EWING: Professionally trained theater actor from New York. Moved to Los Angeles before the bombing of Manhattan. Herr Ewing has three cats and several mistresses. The Secret Police have only reported a slight gambling problem, but nothing serious.

JOHN ANDERSON: Small time actor and part of the "New Cool" movement that was started by youths in San Francisco a few years ago. Rather than being outright eradicated, it was infiltrated and subverted by agents of the Ministry of Culture to instead celebrate the New American Order. This movement is being closely monitored by the Secret Police and is now considered harmless, but will eventually have to be stomped out of course. Despite this, Herr Anderson is deemed a very good actor and could be perfect for the role. He plays guitar in a local band. All music has been sanctioned by the state and lyrics are suitably loyal to the Fatherland. No deviant behavior reported.

RONALD (coffee stains has smudged parts of the text) ...likes pickled gurkin and has stated that he "hopes to be a righteous and upstanding citizen."

That‘s it. I look forward to a creative and inspiring audition.

Forever loyal,

Lady Helene

ALPHA's e-post

From: ALPHA To: Kommandant Helmut Beringer

Date: 5 Aug. 1961

Beringer

I am livid at your disregard for details. The specimens you brought me last week were unclean. Unclean! All of them! You are too simple to understand the significance of my special research to give the matter proper attention. The chemical composition concerns me not. It's the aura of the colours! I have shown you what tainted light can do to plants. Same thing with humans! Impurities of the second and third order can not simply. be filtered away.lt's like German blood, forever soiled if mixed with inferior heritage. Our eyes should be like hungry funnels, eagerly drinking only the purest shades. I learned this as an artist in Vienna, tasting the bright hues, synesthesia reflecting patterns of eternal scope.

You are reassigned to special duty in the Australian territories. Last chance to prove that you are not completely incompetent, Beringer.

A.H.

Ilse’s postcard

Heinrich, my love!

I look at the night sky and know you're up there, perhaps on Moon or Venus or somewhere in between. They wouldn't tell me, but I imagine that the whole universe is you, my love.

Father showed me a folder on Ostland they gave him at work. They're still looking for settlers, to rebuild the farming industry. I think it's beautiful there. Land is cheap and they even include free slaves in the price! I think it would be a great place to start our family. l'll request some application forms so we can look at them when you're back on home leave next time.

Many hugs and kisses!

Your Ilse

Kommandant Hölzer's note

Damnit, why hasn't the hole underneath the dome in the Oberkommando computer center been closed? Did no one read the e—mail last week? This hole poses a grave threat to the security of the computer center if anyone would try to infiltrate the center and steal the top secret information stored within. I expect to see this fixed within a day!

Kommandant Hölzer

The Übergewehr testing protocol

Protocol 19D2-C

Weapon: THE ÜBERGEWEHR

Ammunition: Blitzen-Diesel and Laser-Kraft

Unknown third source: Energy from extra-dimensional microportals (not confirmed)

Origin: Da'at Yichud parchment #34912.290

Result: Successful

Accidents: 15

Casualties: 9

Accident report #15: The ZerstÖrer was equipped with the Übergewehr test chamber A7. Security protocols were initiated after the installment procedure. Berg, SÜdow, and Krans were on their way out when the ZerstÖrer accidentally fired Übergewehr. All three violently disintegrated and thus died immediately. An impressive, although tragic, result. The Übergewehr continues to be a very dangerous and difficult weapon to operate, but with a few more tweaks I believe we can roll it out across the board.

Interrogation protocol: Prisoner #1, Dimitri Fedorov

Subject is suspected of attempted sabotage and illegal communications with the terrorist group known as the Kreisau Circle. Purpose of interrogation is to obtain actionable intelligence on Kreisau Circle activities, members, associates and resources.

06.00: Interrogation starts.

06.08: Subject is placed in seated position. Restraints are applied and checked.

06.19: Operator administers series of electric shocks. Low voltage.

06.40: Subject appears unaffected.

06.43: Operator to confirm equipment is working.

07.03: Equipment is working.

07.15: Operator administers series of electric shocks. Medium voltage.

07.45: Subject requests a sandwich. He is hungry.

07.45: Subject is struck across the face by Undersigned. Subject loses a molar.

07.45: Subject complains that Undersigned have soft hands.

08.45: Operator administers series of electric shocks. Maximum voltage.

08.45: Subject asks if power chord is plugged in.

08.59: Operator retrieves sledge hammer.

09.00: Breakfast.

10.00: Interrogation resumes.

10.04: Operator administers blow using sledge hammer to subject's left hand. Several compound fractures.

10.04: Subject makes joke about Operator's below average strength.

10.05: Operator administers blow using sledge hammer to subject's right hand.

Right ring finger appears amputated. Hard to tell due to significant bleeding.

10.06: Subject has begun to laugh loudly at Operator and Undersigned.

10.06: Undersigned strikes subject in face with sledge hammer.

10.06: Subject has lost consciousness.

10.33: Interrogation terminated. Interrogation scheduled to resume in 21 hours.

Undersigned: Officer Lang

Kommandant Hölzer's e-post

From: Kommandant Hermann Hölzer

To: VENUS_COMMAND_CENTER_SECURITY

Date: 5 Aug. 1961

l have notified General Engel that ODIN's new automated defense system has been successfully implemented and she was most pleased. The ODIN CODES are your priority now. You must keep them safe and far away from any potential tampering. Do you understand? If anyone gets hold of those codes they have full access to The Ausmerzer and that would be disastrous!

Incidentally, I note that maintenance still haven't sealed the hole beneath the command center globe as I requested. While this passage may offer easy access for lazy technicians seeking to tune the controls, it is also a serious security flaw, and as such quite unacceptable. At the very least put in a hatch with a code lock. I will look to the matter again in three days.

Kommandant Hermann Hölzer

AH's letter

Wechsler,

People have told me great things about you, Your predecessor was an incompetent traitor. A vulgar, disgusting man, couldn't keep his mouth shut during dinner(!), most likely in cahoots with the enemy and therefore executed by (several!) gunshots to the head, which is exactly what he deserved! Always besieged by these (very sinister!) traitors! You must never forget (never!) to carefully monitor the people you surround yourself with.

(illegible scribblings)

Now, I am pleased to hand the security responsibilities of the Venus habitat over to you.

The only thing I expect from you, is that you will make Venus the most secure place in the solar system again. When you have accomplished this, I will return. For now, I will operate from a top secret location, known only to the people in my innermost circle.

Now, I have a movie to make. It's going to be marvelous!

Good luck

AH

(The section about Wechsler's predecessor is written in a rage, with many corrections and additions. Once the section about the predecessor is over, the handwriting returns with normal, if a little shaky, lettering.)

Überkommandant Fleischer's e-post

From: Überkommandant Karl Fleischer

To: VENUS_COMMAND_CENTER -

Date: 5 Aug. 1961

As you know, the Last Resort Protocol was triggered following the terrorist atom bomb attack on the old Oberkommando HQ in New Mexico, sending all of the Oberkommando off-planet and transported it here to Venus to establish a new HO.

This was of course a costly, but very efficient way of keeping high security targets and top secret information away from the terrorist's reach.

Yesterday, the final inspection round was made and it seems that transfer from Earth here to Venus was an astonishing success, except for one thing: Überkommandant Feldt's beloved fountain pen. Has anyone seen this pen? It is dark blue, with a cloudy coating and gold plated nib. Very beautiful indeed. If anyone has seen it, please report back to me or to Überkommandant Feldt directly. He says he can't write his poems without it.

One world, one future, one leader.

Fleischer