Saving Hitler

By Adam Moon

A time traveler from another dimension killed Adolph Hitler. His actions created an alternate time stream that will lead to a modern world dominated by Communism.
And the nukes are all pointed at the United States?

But the time traveler lost his time machine and when it's found eighty years later with details of what he's done to the universe, amends must be made to avoid nuclear annihilation.
Jack Mayberry is tasked with going back in time to save Adolph Hitler's life before his own world ends, but can he bring himself to save a man who will go on to kill millions?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adam Moon
• Release date: Feb 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781502215130

Adam Moon

Adam Moon was born in California, grew up in Scotland, and currently lives in Wisconsin with his wife and two young sons. His oldest son wants to grow up to be the first American President who is a space-ninja sniper-robot from the future. His youngest son likes to punch things and say bad words. His long suffering wife just wants some peace and quiet for a change. Adam writes science fiction and horror. You can visit his website at: www.moonwrites.com

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Saving Hitler

Adam Moon

Saving Hitler

Copyright © Adam Moon 2014

Table of contents:

Chapter 1 - An Introduction

Chapter 2 - Phone Call

Chapter 3 - Time Travel

Chapter 4 - Expediting the Mission

Chapter 5 - The Locals

Chapter 6 - Thugs

Chapter 7 - London

Chapter 8 - Berlin

Chapter 9 - 1924

Chapter 10 - Run

Chapter 11 - Older and Wiser

Chapter 12 - Time Traveler's Dimension

Chapter 13 - Unexpected Ally

Chapter 14 - Conclusion

Chapter 1

An Introduction

I’m writing this journal from a jail cell in an alternate dimension, awaiting execution by an advanced race of humans from another universe. I know it sounds absurd, but not nearly as farfetched as the sequence of events that led me here. I suppose I deserve my fate.

Time travel’s messy, and there can be severe consequences for the universe you’re traveling in if you screw things up. That’s the gist of why I’m here.

My name is Jack and I’m a thirty-four year old high school history teacher from another Earth that hasn’t yet discovered time travel on its own.

A History Lesson

I’m an ex-Army Ranger. I got a scholarship through the military and received my master’s degree in history. Once I was discharged, I took a job teaching high school history to pay the bills.

But enough about me.

Before I begin, let me enlighten you about my universe and why, in the last eighty years, my timeline differs from yours. You bozos in this dimension have no idea about the harsh reality I come from. This is important, so pay attention because it gets confusing.

Here goes:

In my universe, a man named Ernst Thalmann took control of Germany in a landslide election in 1933. He was opposed by the Nazi party, but they had insufficient leadership to threaten him and his Communist party. He won easily. Then he joined forces with Stalin and Soviet Russia and together Germany and Russia made war with the world under a Communist banner.

That war still rages on to this day, although there’s a bit of a stalemate with America that’s been going on for a few decades. The blockades they imposed have left the U.S. teetering on the edge of doom for a long time now, but we struggle on, hopeful that they don’t get desperate and nuke the fuck out of us.

The reason people in my universe know of Thalmann is because one of you bastards went back in time and killed Adolph Hitler before he ever had a chance to rise to power. Adolph Hitler was evil, I know, but his evil was so diametrically opposed to Stalin’s that it made joining forces with him impossible. Despite all the devastation Hitler brought to the world alone, he was weaker than Stalin and Thalmann combined.

Hitler was defeated in your timeline. Stalin and Thalmann got to die as old men, leaving behind legacies of domination, oppression, and mass murder that survive to this day in my universe.

I’m sure that Thalmann rising to power was just an unintended consequence of you pricks tampering with my timeline, but that doesn’t excuse your actions. My world could’ve been so much better off had you just left it alone. Millions would’ve still died at the hands of Hitler, but World War Two would have ended, once and for all, just as it did in your timeline.

That’s the way it was supposed to be.

Time tourism is to blame for everything.

I know Hitler caused terrible devastation in your universe, and that’s why so many of your tourists go back and kill him, but you shouldn’t have messed with my universe to get your cheap thrills.

It became my job to stop Hitler from being murdered by a time traveling tourist.

Chapter 2

Phone Call

It was a hot day in August in Wisconsin. I was in class as my students took a test when my cell phone chirped.

The test pertained to America’s old allies since the outbreak of World War Two, and asked for details as to why and how each of them had fallen to Communism over the past eighty years. It wasn’t a test I‘d concocted on my own; it was required by the State. I know in my heart that tests like that are supposed to drum up patriotism in the students. The kids are supposed to feel like the last man standing against a bully. It helps them steel their resolve when they’re enlisted into the military a couple years later. I could get mad about it, but it would be a waste of my time. The State has mandates and I knew that when I took the job. These kids were all malnourished anyway, and one thing that the military gave you was a full belly for as long as you stayed with them. That was about the only upside to the military as far as I could tell, but it was enough.

I took the call in the hallway. The man on the other end had a crisp tone with just enough urgency in his inflection to get my attention. Military men and women can identify one another easily, so I knew I was dealing with a lifer here. I had to wonder how they’d tracked me down.

He said something like, Jack Mayberry, this is Commander Watson. I understand you have military training and a background in history.

Before I had a chance to speak, he said, Get your affairs in order. I’ve sent a car to pick you up. You’re being brought in as a consultant. There’s nothing to worry about. Meet the car at the front gates of the school in exactly ten minutes.

I tried to argue, but he hung up on me. I had a bad feeling about the phone call, especially because he said there was nothing to worry about. If he was sending a car for me, it was a big deal. Cars are a luxury unless you live in Europe or Asia.

I took a deep breath and considered my options. I had only one: do what the government said. I could run, but that was out of the question. I’d be caught and shot as a traitor.

I was about to go back into the classroom to gather my things when the principal arrived, solemn as ever.

He said, I’ve been instructed to escort you to the school gates, Jack. I don’t know what you got yourself into, but I wish you luck. Don’t worry about your job. I’ll hold it for you.

I didn’t care about the job at that moment.

The principal watched me like a hawk as I retrieved my wallet from my desk drawer and threw my satchel over my shoulder. He then walked me to the gates and we waited for the car.

Willful Abduction

The car pulled alongside us and a stocky man got out of the passenger side. He looked me over and waved the principal off with a flick of his wrist. Then he searched me for weapons, flipped my wallet open and scrutinized my ID. He pulled my phone out and crushed it beneath his boot.

I thought about yelling at him for doing it but I knew that was a bad idea. He roughly shoved me into the back seat, got back in the front, and we sped away.

I felt like I was being abducted, which I guess was technically true.

A hatchet-faced woman in her forties drove. Neither one of them spoke to me or to each other. These were some hardcore idealists. Idealists scare me to death.

We drove south for an hour and a half, across the Illinois border and through Chicago. When we pulled up to a small airport I nearly shit my pants. This was a bigger deal than I’d imagined.

To my surprise, the car drove right onto the runway, parking alongside a powered-up Cessna. As an ex-Ranger I’m not supposed to have a fear of flying, but I do.

The big guy opened my door and pointed to the plane. I gulped and grabbed my satchel, but he shook his head, so I left it on the seat.

I gingerly boarded the little plane and took a seat. My escorts didn’t follow me.

A man appeared before me, shook my hand and said, I’m the pilot. We’ll be there shortly.

I wanted to ask him where we were going. I wanted to ask what this was all about. Instead, I just nodded and watched as he went into the cockpit, locking the door behind him.

Mountain Bunker

The flight was choppy, but the thought of going down in the plane suddenly didn’t terrify me as much as it normally would have. I was more terrified of our destination than anything else. What could be so serious that they’d want to bring me in to consult? And why me?

I don’t remember how long the flight took. I would guess it was probably an hour or two.

On the ground, a car identical to the one I had been abducted in was waiting for me on the tarmac. It was left in idle, which was a total waste of gas, but one thing the military had at its disposal was our tax dollars. They say that in Europe you can gas a car for as little as it costs to buy a sandwich. The cost is so prohibitive here that I don’t know anyone who owns a car outright. The American birthright leaves a lot to be desired, but like I said, we march on with hope in our hearts for a better tomorrow.

A man was waiting by the open back door. As I approached him, he smiled and held out his hand. I shook it and he said, It’s nice to finally meet you. We spoke earlier on the phone. I’m Commander Watson, and what I’m about to show you is going to blow your fucking mind.

That piqued my interest like nothing else could. I took a seat and scooted over so the commander could get in.

He was about fifty, with salt and pepper hair and just enough wrinkles to prove he had lived a strenuous life. He wore civilian clothes, which surprised me, but then again, all of this was taking me by surprise. He had one of those baritone military voices that carries over crowds and commands respect. He was basically prototypical except that he carried himself with an extra air of dignity rather than the added dose of aggression that most men of his station cultivate ad nauseam.

The car took off as I turned to Watson and asked where we were.

To anyone else, I’d say that’s classified information, but since you’re going to become an integral part of the project, I should probably tell you what you need to know. We’re in Colorado. We’re heading to a military bunker in the mountains built to withstand nuclear attack.

Why?

Because the project’s that important. I would tell you more about it, but the technical aspects escape me. There are better people to walk you through that aspect.

Is this a military endeavor?

Yes and no. It’s been sanctioned by the president so it is utterly military in nature, but we will be working outside of the usual military framework. Their protocols don’t affect us. We outrank all military personnel we come across except the president. This project has priority status over and above all else. You’ll see just how important it is in a few minutes.

Watson pointed out his window at the mountains in the distance and said, That’ll be your new home for a short while.

I was intrigued, but not enough to live in the damn mountains. I wanted to tell him to suck a dick and let me out. I wanted to ask him how long I would be stuck with the project. I wanted to open the door, roll out and make a run for it.

Instead I asked, How will I be compensated for this? Because I’m a pragmatist.

"You’ll have all the benefits of military life while you’re here, and a generous pension awaits you when you’re done. You’ll get all of that even if you fail.