Mr. Henry A. Kissinger
Claverly Hall 39
Harvard University
Cambridge, Mass.

April 6, 1948

The Saturday Evening Post
Philadelphia, 5, Pa.

Gentlemen:

I am submitting for your consideration an article based on my experiences and conclusions as an intelligence agent in Europe, both as a member of the Armed Forces and in a civilian capacity with the War Department over a period of three years. In Germany I was primarily concerned with De-Nazification and the combatting of subversive movements. I also lectured at the European Command Intelligence School on such subjects as German Psychology, German History, the Problem of Re-educating German Youth and Intelligence Operations.

I am in a position to supply names, dates and places for every incident discussed in this article.

I have purposely refrained from discussing technical aspects of the occupation problem for I am convinced that the over-emphasis of the technical side is primarily responsible for what bids fair to becoming a major fiasco.

Kindly return the manuscript if found unsuitable for your publication.

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of three years. In Germany I was primarily concerned with
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in Europe, both as a member of the Armed Forces and in a
on my experiences and conclusions as an intelligence stent
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April 8, 1948

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Gentlemen:

I have purposely refrained from discussing technical aspects of the occupation problem for I am convinced that the over-emphasis of the technical side is primarily responsible for what bids fair to become a major fiasco.

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emphases of the technical aide is primarily reasonable for
of the occupation problem for I am convinced that the over-
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tions.

Problem of Re-equipping German Youth and Intelligence Opera-
on such subjects as German Psychology, German History, the
I also lectured at the European Command Intelligence School
De-Usification and the combatting of nonverbal movements.
of three years. In Germany I was primarily concerned with
civilian capacity with the War Department over a period
in Europe, both as a member of the Armed Forces and in a
on my experience and conclusions as an Intelligence agent
I am submitting for your consideration an article passed

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I also featured at the European Command Intelligence School
De-Nazification and the combatting of passiveive movements.
of three years. In Germany I was primarily concerned with
German capacity with the War Department over a period
in Europe, both as a member of the Armed Forces and in a
on WA experiences and conclusions as an intelligence agent
I am submitting for your consideration an article passed

Gentlemen:

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Mr. Henry V. Klaueger

Joachin Boeck lives in a little town in Southern Germany. In this second year of military occupation his serenity is a constant in a turbulent environment. The regularity and clarity of Joachin Boeck's life serves as a reminder of the time when ruins could be seen only in newspapers and hunger was an object of charity.

Joachin Boeck occupies a modest room in a middle-class inn. He leaves at nine o'clock in the morning, never without bidding the landlady good-bye. He spends his days as administrative manager of a clothing factory. He is well-liked by all his associates because of his modesty and simplicity. On several occasions he has refused lucrative promotions that would take him to the big city nearby. The little town satisfies him, he says. After all, true happiness is not found among teeming thousands but with persons of good cheer and moderate judgments.

"He is such a fine man," the landlady avers, "and so quiet. God knows he has had his share of trouble but he never complains." And it is true that life hasn't been easy for him. He is one of the men who lost all his identity papers in a bombing attack in a big city in the industrial north. As a stranger he had to undergo no end of red tape to replace them. But his cheerfulness and confidence never waned, and today his papers are in order, thanks to the exact data he supplied.

Joachin Boeck is known as a tolerant man. In the evening he sits in the beer-cellar with a group of friends and discusses politics.

Of course the food situation is desperate and the beer is veritable water. But, says Joachin Boeck, war is an evil thing. And he silences grousers by saying that probably the food situation was not too good in the countries occupied by Germany either.

The Military Governor knows and respects Joachin Boeck. Frequently they discuss such problems as de-Nazification, food supply and the state of public opinion. In all these matters Joachin Boeck's democratic views, his deep understanding of personalities has proved invaluable. His sincerity is above question. He has refused all honors and positions, saying that acts and not titles are necessary now. On the other hand, he has been active in many causes such as the re-education of German youth. On the occasion of the opening of the joint U.S.-American youth hostel, somebody pointed him out to a newspaper photographer from the big city. The photographer took his picture with a view towards publication in a large newspaper, but Joachin Boeck asked him to destroy the negative. He was trying to prove the feasibility of idealism, he insisted, and if his picture was printed it might appear as if publicity were his only aim. The negative was destroyed.

These acts and his close connection to the Military Governor have won Joachin Boeck many friends. Peasants coming into the town bring him food and he receives preferential treatment in all stores.

Of course, there are people who are envious. Some question his sincerity and there is a dark rumor that Joachin Boeck spent the war in Poland. Joachin Boeck merely smiles. His actions should

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demonstrate his sincerity and as for Poland, well he had been there
all right. But only because life in Germany was intolerable for a
democrat, and so he took a small administrative job in a drab little
place on the Vistula, where the flat country encouraged one's mind
to roam, where Nazi uniforms were not prevalent, and where one could
hope to achieve some personal dignity....

In a bend of the Vistula, where the arid country stretches to
the horizon and only an occasional withered tree interrupts the
monotony of the landscape, lay the concentration camp of Oswiec.
This is a hard name to pronounce for non-Slavs and so the Germans
called it Auschwitz. Its tar paper huts stood in neat rows and
blended well with the uniforms of the Elite-Troop guards. When the
chimneys of the big red brick building in the center belched smoke,
the peasants in the fields nearby crossed themselves, and when the
wind was right it brought them the bitter, acrid smell of burning
flesh and sometimes faintly, tentatively, but unforgettable, the
pleading, agonized, desperate and frustrating cry of a human voice.

In a corner of the camp, near a field with many furrows, was
the building for the trial of Poles caught breaking occupation army
regulations. The building was divided into two parts; the cells
where the prisoners were chained to the walls, and the courtroom
with two desks and two easy chairs. Every week the military judge
came from Cracow. With his natty black uniform, the insignia of the

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Elite Guard on one lapel, and the skull and crossbones of military
justice on the other, he made an imposing figure. He was a serene,
efficient person in the habit of philosophizing to the two enlisted
men in his entourage. "Hardness," he would say, "is a quality of
the soul. It means that one will do even unpleasant things, for no
merit is attached to performing an act one enjoys."

Today was "trial day." The judge sat behind the desk and the
two enlisted men stood rigidly near the door. The judge opened the
dossier in front of him and ordered the prisoner brought in. There
was the grating of a heavy iron door, there were firm, booted steps
and a tentative shuffling gait, there was the opening of the court-
room door, the clicking of heels and then...silence. The judge
shifted some papers.

"Your name?" he asked without looking up.

"Folek," the prisoner answered. "Folek Sarmo."

The judge's glance travelled along the tattered clothing,
stopped for a minute on some welts on the prisoner's face, came to
rest again on his papers.

"Your age?" asked the judge.

"16" said the prisoner.

Beads of perspiration were on the prisoner's forehead. Despite
efforts to control himself, he shook like a leaf.

"Do you know your crime?" said the judge.

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The prisoner did not answer. One of the enlisted men struck him hard across the face, so that he nearly fell. "Answer the judge," said the enlisted man.

"I stole bread. I was hungry."

"And do you know the penalty?" asked the judge.

The prisoner could hardly stand. His lips were twitching.

"Answer, you weakling" shouted the judge.

The prisoner's lips were forming words, without understanding their meaning. "Death" said the prisoner.

The judge leaned back in his chair. "Tell me boy," he said "do you have a mother?"

The prisoner was trying to fight his tears. "Do you want to live, boy?" said the judge softly.

"Answer me," continued the judge to the sobbing prisoner.

The prisoner looked across the furrowed field to the barbed wire and the sky and the clouds beyond. "Yes," he said, barely audibly.

The judge played with a pencil. He said: "But you won't. You must learn that a man is nothing if he is not ready to stand by his actions. You must learn that self-discipline implies a willingness to face consequences."

The enlisted men took the prisoner by his arm and led him away. He walked as in a dream.

The judge put a stamp on the dossier. "Case closed." He walked over to the window. Across the field a small shape flanked by two dark outlines, was digging a hole.

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When the shot rang out, the judge put on his overcoat. In a minute the enlisted men came back laughing:

"It is too bad," they said, "we can't get them to cover themselves up after they are shot."

The judge said: "Let us go." And then: "His crime was not stealing but weakness and lack of dignity."

"Jawohl Herr Boeck" said the enlisted men, but they did not understand....