Marc wanted to stay because it meant he’d be close to Jae. For the others, the decision would be more complex.
‘Think it over,’ Maxine said, as she pulled out long hair trapped under the collar of her coat. ‘Right now you’re exhausted. Wash, sleep, eat and relax.’
The undertaker politely opened the door for Maxine to leave.
‘Oh,’ Maxine said, turning back when she was halfway out of the door. ‘I forgot to say: welcome to Paris!’
EPILOGUE
FZG-76
Hitler eventually renamed FZG-76 the V1. On 13 June 1944 it became the first of his much-hyped victory weapons to be used in anger.
Over the following eighty days, 8,554 V1 pilotless bombs were aimed at London, killing over 6,000 people and injuring 17,000 more. But by this time Allied troops had invaded Northern France and by September 1944 all V1 launch sites capable of targeting Britain had been captured or bombed to destruction.
Once Britain was out of range, V1s were launched against targets in Holland and Belgium. The last V1 to be used in anger was fired towards the Dutch port of Antwerp on 29 March 1945.
HIRAM GOLDBERG
Two years after the successful destruction of the bunker near Rennes, Sergeant Hiram Goldberg returned home to his family in New York, where he wrote a memoir about his work as a sniper attached to the US Army Intelligence service. Like all ex-servicemen, Goldberg was required to submit his book to the US Army censorship office before trying to get it published.
In an internal memorandum, the office produced a list of reasons why all references to the bunker raid should be removed from Goldberg’s book:
M E M O R A N D U M – T O P S E C R E T
REF: GoldbergHC/Intelligence Memoir/0045816
DATE: 8/22/47
RE: CHAPTERS 8–13 RENNES BUNKER RAID
After further discussion and meeting of 8/17/47 decision taken that none of material contained in chapters on Rennes Bunker Raid is currently considered publishable. Reasons as below:
1. Cap Charles Henderson’s use of chemical spray during military operation was clear breach of 1928 Geneva Protocol. Henderson used the cylinder without UK or US authorisation and the matter is still under investigation.
Any admission to use of chemical weapons during war, even unauthorised, likely to result in significant and undesirable publicity for UK/US military.
2. Of nine bunker scientists who made it out of France, seven now work in United States on USAF rocket-guidance systems programmes. These men regarded as targets for Russian espionage and any publicity relating to them best avoided. Also, British/French still believed sore and feel that US ‘poached’ these scientists from under their noses at the end of the war.
3. Version of guidance system removed from bunker was more advanced than unit deployed in the finished V1 flying bomb. Key technologies taken from this unit remain secret and are still probably unknown to Soviet Russia.
4. Although Espionage Research Unit B disbanded late 1944, UK remains keen to hush up matters relating to use of underage persons in espionage ops.
A new unit reporting to the British Secret Intelligence Service named CHERUB is experimenting with use of boys in peacetime intelligence operations. CIA currently studies this project with interest and may implement similar unit of its own at some point. For such unit to be effective, it is imperative no publicity be given to use of underage agents.
NOTE ON DEALING WITH GOLDBERG
Take all reasonable steps to ensure that Goldberg’s book is not published in ANY form. It is not desirable for a man involved in such a sensitive operation to attain any public notoriety.
Goldberg is a family man, with good service record, wounded at Battle of Okinawa and decorated on two occasions.
Suggest matter be discussed with him face to face using carrot/stick approach:
Carrot: Appeal to patriotism, offer further military decoration if felt necessary and suggest censorship office can assist in finding a publisher for his work.
Stick: Stress possible loss of military pension, possibility of court martial and imprisonment for any breach relating to release of military secrets. If Goldberg remains difficult, hint at possibility of ‘tax problems’ and ‘bad publicity’ for Goldberg family’s New York cigar stores.
Signed
Major JT Banasyznski.
US Army Censorship Office
Sergeant Goldberg died in 2007. His book was never published and the only known copy was destroyed in a mysterious apartment fire in 1949.
CHAPTER ONE
Monday, June 5th 1944
‘Mondays have never liked me,’ Paul Clarke said, trying to keep cheerful as his face creased with pain.
The fifteen-year-old had turned his ankle and skidded down an embankment. A khaki backpack cushioned the muddy slide, but he had dark streaks down his trousers and puddle water trickling into his boot.
‘Nice slide?’ Luc Mayefski asked, offering a hand as rain pelted their waxed jackets.
The teenagers’ hands couldn’t have been more different. Paul’s slender fingers linked with a great ham fist, and even with 30 kilos of explosive in Paul’s pack, Luc didn’t strain as he tugged his skinny cohort out of the mud.
If it had just been the pair of them Luc would have taken the piss out of Paul’s tumble, but these trained members of Charles Henderson’s Espionage Research Unit B (CHERUB) had to show a united front for the benefit of their inexperienced companions, Michel and Daniel.
Michel was an eighteen-year-old Maquis. Nine months’ living in the woods had left him stringy, with wild hair and a wire tourniquet holding on the sole of his right boot. His brother Daniel was only eleven. Their father was a prisoner in Germany and their mother had vanished after being arrested by the Gestapo. Daniel had chosen to live on the run with his brother, rather than be dumped at an orphanage.
‘Are your explosives OK?’ Daniel asked, as Paul joined the brothers on a muddy track at the base of the wooded embankment.
‘Plastic explosive is stable,’ Paul explained, as he tested his ankle and decided he could walk off the pain. ‘You can safely cut it, mould it. It wouldn’t blow up if you hit it with a hammer.’
Luc checked his compass and led off, eyes squinting as the early sun shot between tree trunks. Even with the rain Luc was sweating and he liked the earthy forest smell and the little squelch each time his boot landed.
Paul and Michel were suffering after 15 kilometres under heavy packs, but Daniel had done them proud. He’d walked all night, but refused to stop even when doubled up with a stitch.
Luc had been out this way on a recon trip two days earlier, and he turned off track at a point he’d marked by pushing two sticks into the soft ground.
‘There’s a good view down from this ridge,’ Luc explained, as he led the way. ‘But keep quiet. The sound carries across the valley and we’re not far from the guard.’
‘If there is one,’ Paul added.
The undergrowth was dense and Michel lifted his brother over a fast stream carrying the overnight rain. As Daniel got set down, Paul was touched by the way Michel put an arm around his little brother’s back and kissed his cheek.
‘Proud of you,’ Michel whispered.
Daniel smiled, then squirmed away, embarrassed, when he realised Paul was looking.
After a dozen more paces, Luc crouched and pushed branches aside. He’d opened a view over a ledge into a steep-walled valley cut into chalkstone. Water dripped off leaves on to Paul’s neck as he peered at two sets of train tracks running along the valley’s base. Sixty metres to his right, the tracks entered the mouth of a tunnel blasted through the steep hillside.
‘You’d never be able to bomb this from the air,’ Luc whispered, as he slid a pair of German Zeiss binoculars from their case. After wiping condensation off the lenses, he raised them to his eyes and looked towards a wooden guard hut near the tunnel mouth. The magnified view showed no sign of life and a padlock on the door.
‘We’re in luck,’ Luc said.
The tunnel formed part of a main line running north from Paris, taking trains to Calais on the Channel coast, or forking east into Belgium and Germany. The Germans had built guard huts at the ends of hundreds of important bridges and tunnels, but only had enough manpower to staff a fraction of them.
‘Nice binoculars,’ Paul noted, as Luc passed them over. ‘Where’d you get them?’
‘Drunk Osttruppen1,’ Luc explained. ‘They’d swap the uniform on their backs for a bottle of brandy.’
Paul backed away from the ledge as Luc glanced at his pocket watch. ‘If there’s a guard at the other end, we’ll sneak up and take him out from behind. Our target train is due to reach the tunnel at around seven a.m. That gives us half an hour to lay explosives along the tunnel and get in position, but with air raids and sabotage, there’s no guarantee that any train will run on time. Especially one that’s come all the way from Hanover.’
As Luc spoke, Paul slid canvas straps off his badly-chafed shoulders and moaned with relief as his pack settled in the undergrowth. An exploratory finger under the shirt collar came out bloody, but there was no time for first aid.
After unbuckling the pack, Paul took out two grubby cloth sacks. They seemed to be half full of potatoes, but the uneven lumps were plastic explosive, linked with detonator cord like a string of giant Christmas lights.
Paul looked at Michel. ‘Remember what Henderson said. The weakest part of the tunnel is around the mouth, so pack plenty around there.’
As Luc and Michel each grabbed one of Paul’s sacks and slung it over their shoulders alongside their own heavy packs, Paul looked at Daniel and tried to sound upbeat. ‘Ready to hike?’
The brothers quickly hugged, then Luc gave Daniel his binoculars before leading Michel along the side of the valley.
‘You break those and I’ll break you,’ Luc warned.
As there was no guard, Luc and Michel faced an easy journey down to the tunnel mouth using uneven steps carved into the chalkstone. When they reached the mouth, their task was to unravel the chains of explosive along the tunnel’s 300-metre length and retreat to a safe distance, ready to trigger them.
Meantime, Paul and Daniel had to find a vantage point atop the forested hill through which the tunnel cut. Once in position, they had to identify their target: a 600-metre-long cargo train carrying twenty Tiger II tanks, dozens of 88-mm artillery guns and enough spare parts and ammunition to keep the 108th Heavy Panzer Battalion functioning for several weeks.
Since handing over the explosives, the weight of Paul’s pack had dropped from 30 kilos to less than four. The bread, cheese and apples that had spent the night at the bottom were squashed, but the two lads scoffed eagerly and shared a canteen of milk as they followed a track to the top of the hill.
Two trains steamed south through the tunnel as they walked and Paul was glad to be up here in fresh air, rather than laying explosives along the dank, soot-filled tunnel.
‘Hope they’re OK,’ Daniel said warily, as he eyed plumes of smoke billowing from either end of the tunnel.
‘You have to keep low and put a wet cloth over your face,’ Paul said. ‘It’s not fun, but they’ll survive.’
Daniel stopped worrying when he found a bend in the narrow footpath, and spotted another marker from Luc’s recon trip. The dense forest made trainspotting hopeless from ground level, but Luc said he’d climbed to a position where he could see trains approaching along several kilometres of snaking track.
The eleven-year-old wasn’t just along for the ride. Growing up in Paris, Daniel had earned a reputation as a daredevil, clambering over rooftops, diving off bridges and breaking both arms when he’d leapt between two balconies for a dare. After joining the Maquis in the woods north of Paris, Daniel made a name for himself as a forest lookout, able to climb branches too slim to hold an adult’s weight.
‘I’ll have to lose all this gear,’ Daniel said. ‘Put it in your pack in case we need to make a quick getaway.’
Paul didn’t like taking orders from an eleven-year-old, but Daniel was a good kid and he watched the youngster pull off his boots and strip down to a stocky frame, clad in grotty vest and undershorts. Regular climbing had toughened Daniel’s skin and he looked more ape than human as he launched himself into the branches with Luc’s binoculars swinging from his neck.
‘Careful,’ Paul warned, as Daniel vanished into the leafy canopy, becoming nothing but rustling sounds and occasional shifts in the early sunlight.
Paul burrowed down his pack and found the phosphorous grenade he’d use to warn Luc and Michel when they spotted their target. Twenty metres up, Daniel swung his leg over a fork, clamped the thick branch between his thighs and wiped a palm smeared in bird crap down the front of his vest.
‘Slippery, but the view’s great,’ Daniel said, happy with himself as he stared over the treetops at fields, villages and a clear view of the railway tracks approaching both ends of the tunnel. ‘Why don’t you hop up and join me?’
Notes
1 Osttruppen – German soldiers recruited from occupied countries such as Russia, Ukraine and Poland. Most volunteered to avoid starvation in labour camps. Osttruppen were regarded as poor soldiers and were usually given lowly duties such as emptying latrines, burying bodies and working as servants to senior officers.
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Contents
Part One 16 May 1943–1 June 1943
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Part Two 12 June 1943–3 July 1943
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter-Thirty Six
Epilogue
Sneak Peek
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