My name is Virginia Friedrich. I’m from Germany, but moved to America when I was young. Living in America has been a challenge, but I like it very much. People are going through tough times these days. With America going to war against Hitler and the Nazis, it has been hard on all of us. Women are stepping up, and working what would normally be a job for a man. Supporting America and our troops is important, but I don’t want to work in a factory. Ever since coming to America, I have dreamed about serving this beautiful country. As of right now, the military will not allow women to fight, but that is not going to discourage me; I will find a way to fight.
Don’t depend on the enemy not coming; depend rather on being ready for him.
-Sun-tzu, The Art of War (fourth century B.C.)
Joining the Women Air force Service Pilots (WASP) was the best decision that I’ve ever made in my life. It’s a dream come true for me, and now I’m one step closer to joining the fight against pure evil, and the devil himself: Hitler. Training was very difficult, but rewarding in the same sense. Completing training, and finally getting to pilot an aircraft was very surreal to me. In addition to my pilot training, I have taken it upon myself to take a firearms course. I’m taking no chances, and with my appearance and physique (I’m brunette, have blue eyes, and a medium build). I will most certainly be overpowered in a hand-to-hand combat scenario. Firing a gun for the first time was empowering to me. Now that my training is complete, I must turn my attention to Hitler and the Nazi’s. “We’re sending out a team to kill that bastard Hitler,” said General Warren.
“That’s great, sir, but why are you telling me this?” I asked General Warren.
“Because you’re the best damn pilot we have, and I’m gonna need the best for this mission,” said General Warren.
“Well, I’m very honored for this opportunity, sir. What exactly is going to happen?” I asked General Warren in a nervous tone.
“You’re gonna pilot a team, and touch down outside of Berlin, and you’re gonna be on standby until they finish the job,” said General Warren while he lit a cigarette.
“And what if anything goes wrong, sir?” I asked General Warren.
“Then you are to abort the mission, and get back to base immediately. Do not disobey orders,” General Warren told me in a stern voice.
“Yes, sir” I told General Warren with an intense look upon my face.
“We’re gonna kill that son of a bitch. I trust you to do this mission, Friedrich. Don’t fuck this up. You, and the rest of the team will be briefed in 0600 hours,” said General Warren.
“I won’t let you down and thank you for this opportunity, sir. You will not regret this,” I told General Warren with as much confidence that I could muster.
You know, I am sure, that not numbers or strength brings victory in war; but whichever army goes into battle stronger in soul, their enemies generally cannot withstand them.
-Xenophon (430?-355? B.C.)
After General Warren told me about the mission, I was terrified. Yes, I want to destroy Hitler and the Nazi’s, but now that it’s quickly becoming a reality–I’m going through all sorts of different emotions. As you could imagine, I did not sleep, and the only thing that kept my mind off things was a “Captain America” comic book that I’ve read countless times. Reading the comic book when I was younger, I would imagine that it was me who was the hero and that I would save the day. Now I get that chance, and I will make my country proud. Before I knew it, it was close to 0600 hours. Tired and nervous, I made my way to the briefing room. Standing front and center was General Warren, and in the seats before him were six men. As I made my way to my seat, I tried to make out who the men were, but I could not recall. “Men. I’d like to introduce you to Pilot officer Virginia Friedrich. She’ll be your pilot for this mission, and she’s the best we have,” General Warren said in a booming tone. “Virginia, these men are NCDUs (Naval Combat Demolition Units), and they’ll be accompanying you on this mission. These men are highly trained, and they’re ready for anything and everything. Just make sure that these men get safely on the ground, and they’ll take care of the rest,” General Warren told me as he reached for his pack of cigarettes.
“Yes, sir,” I replied back to General Warren.
“Good. Now let’s go over the mission,” said General Warren. After the briefing, the NCDUs introduced themselves to me, and expressed their approval of me on this mission. “We’re gonna fry this piece of shit. Don’t worry, Virginia, everything is gonna be alright. You’re with the best team that the US military has to offer,” Gary told me. “Yeah. You just get us there in one piece, and we’ll take care of business,” Mark exclaimed to me. The other four NCDUs were quiet, and going over the mission details. It’s go time now, and no turning back. Suddenly, I felt a huge surge of calmness and confidence throughout my body. This is what I’ve been training for and that night– I had the best sleep that I’ve ever had.
A priest asked the dying Spanish statesman and general Ramon Maria Narvaez (1800-1868), “Does your Excellency forgive all your enemies?” I do not have to forgive my enemies,” answered Narvaez, “I have had them all shot.”
It was eerily silent in the hangar when I arrived with my team. General Warren was standing in front of a near invisible aircraft that I could not make out. “Like your new aircraft?” General Warren told us as we were getting closer to him.
“General, what is it?” asked Mark.
“This thing is a beauty, isn’t she?” General Warren replied back to Mark. “This aircraft has been engineered specifically for this mission. As you can see, it’s barely visible to the naked eye. This will give you an advantage when you cross over into enemy lines. Inside you’ll find your ammo, gear, etc. If anything goes wrong on this mission, push the red button on the control panel, and the aircraft will self-destruct in ten seconds. You’ve all been carefully selected to carry out his mission. I have faith that you will get the job done. Good luck team, and may God be with you all.
You must make your opponent acknowledge defeat from the bottom of his heart.
-Miyamoto Musashi (1584-1645)
As we were coming up on the drop zone, I started to get tense all over my body, and I could feel my adrenaline pulsating through my fingertips. All of a sudden, the control panel started to go on and off. Tapping on the screen with my fingers, the control panel showed that the invisibility feature was partially working. “Shit,” I shouted out.
“What’s going on, Virginia?” asked Mark.
“The control panel is screwing up,” I told Mark.
Then, out of nowhere, BOOM! Our aircraft had been hit, and I was desperately trying to gain control of it, but I just couldn’t. Smashing into the ground, my body was violently rocked by the crash. Then I started to hear bullets zip by and pierce the aircraft.
“Is everyone okay?” I shouted to the back.
“Three of our men are down. Stay right where you are, Virginia,” replied Mark. Just as Mark answered me back, heavy artillery started to pound our aircraft. “Hold on!” Mark shouted to me. Unbuckling my seat belt, I crouched down beside my seat. Outside I could go see four Nazi officers firing away, and coming towards us. Hearing a pin being pulled, I saw a grenade being launched into the air. Before it hit the ground, Mark started to fire away with his machine gun at the Nazi’s, shooting three of the four Nazi’s. A loud bang was heard, followed by dirt being lifted up from the ground. The remaining Nazi officer was still coming towards us, but clutching his stomach. He was bleeding profusely, and then I saw Mark on the ground, clutching his arm and screaming in pain. The Nazi officer was laughing as he approached the aircraft. Before he could raise his gun, Mark shot the Nazi officer right in the head. Now it was just the two of us. Crawling out of the aircraft, I rushed to Mark.
“We have to get you out of here, Mark,” I said.
“No. It’s up to you now, Virginia,” Mark said to me, withering in pain.
“There has to be something that we can do,” I said.
“There is. Kill that bastard. You can do it, Virginia. You’re trained for this. Don’t hold back, and finish the job. When you get back to the States, tell my wife that I love her very much,” Mark said to me, choking up blood. And before I could reply, he was gone. It was up to me now to end this. I grabbed my gear and whatever ammo I could find. Before I made my trek to Berlin, I donned a Nazi uniform for camouflage purposes. There was no time for me to be scared now.
To have ultimate victory, you must be ruthless.
Napoleon Bonaparte, 1769-1821
Berlin was such a chaotic scene as I arrived. Bombs were raining from the sky, gunfire erupted everywhere, soldiers were running all over the place, and then I saw it: Hitler’s Führerbunker. Scanning the area, I decided to make my move to a half-open door to the Führerbunker. Running as fast I could manage, I made it inside. My adrenaline was through the roof as I shut the door. Walking through the hallway was extremely nerve-wracking, and when I turned a corner, there was a Nazi officer coming towards me. “Was machen Sie hier?” (What are you doing here?) the Nazi officer asked me, as he pulled out his pistol. I didn’t answer him, and I kept walking towards him. “Wer bist du?” (Who are you?) the Nazi officer asked me. Again, I didn’t answer him. The Nazi officer then rushed me, and without thinking about it, I pulled my knife out of my sleeve, and threw it at the officer. The knife stuck right in the Nazi’s throat, blood spilling out like a red wine being slowly poured. I looked him right in the eyes and said, “Fich dich” (Fuck you). Coming to the end of the hallway, there were two big wooden double doors. Before opening the doors, I took a deep breath. Pushing open the double doors, I stepped in with my pistol drawn. The room was a mess, and I out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a woman swallowing something, but I couldn’t make it out. Then I heard a loud cry, followed by banging. A man stood up beside the woman, with his eyes locked onto me. I was looking at the devil himself: Hitler.
Drawing his gun towards me, he said, “Sprechen Sie Deutsch?” (Do you speak German?)
With tears streaming down his eyes, Hitler pointed at the woman and shouted to me, “Wissen Sie, wer diese Frau ist?” (Do you know who this woman is?)
Shaking his gun at me, Hitler said, “Das ist meine Frau! Schauen Sie, was Ihr Land getan hat!” (This is my wife! Look at what your country has done!)
Hitler’s wife was foaming at the mouth now, and she was shaking uncontrollably. “Sie ist wegen dir tot!” (She’s dead because of you!)
“Du bist ein Monster” (You’re a monster) I said.
“Du dummer amerikanischer bitch! Weißt du überhaupt, was Sie?” (You stupid american bitch! Do you even know what you’re fighting for?) Hitler told me.
As Hitler looked down at his wife, I raised my pistol at him and said, “Ich weiß genau, was ich zu kämpfen. Brennen in der Hölle!” (I know exactly what I’m fighting for. Burn in hell!). I pulled the trigger, and shot Hitler right in the forehead. As he fell down, I rushed to look him in the eyes. I wanted to watch the devil himself die. Looking into Hitler’s eyes, I felt a sense of calmness come over me. It was finally over, and I completed the mission. Tired and worn down beyond belief, I sat down in a chair. Next to me was a bottle of wine. I poured myself a glass and after drinking a little bit, I took the Nazi coat off of me, and draped it over Hitler’s body. Opening the door to exit to the outside, I saw a bunch of soldiers running in my direction. They were American. One of the soldiers came up to me and asked, “What the hell happened here?”
I replied, “I killed the devil.”