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Don Angel Alcazar de Velasco

Hitler Alive? Leaving Berlin 1945

by Peter Hansen


This story began in KTB #110 and is quite an eye-opener - but this is only the tip of the iceberg! The first part of this incredible story in the very long letter sent to us some years ago by DON ANGEL ALCAZAR de VELASCO (158-+-1985), Chief of the Spanish spy ring working for the Hitler Government during WW II.

We recently learned that DON ANGEL took this same story, all 200 pages of it, to the French Secret Service in Paris for some kind of safe-keeping. It is quite a story!

After we have read this long letter from DON ANGEL, we will then publish what formerly (and CURRENT) SECRET files our SHARKHUNTERS S.E.I.G. Agents have dug up and in certain situations - we mean that literally!

Please remember that we ask you to keep these facts in mind while reading this incredible story by DON ANGEL:

1) DON ANGEL was an ardent NAZI throughout the War and up to the time of his death. This is apparent from time to time in the text of this letter, so don't let it bother you.

2) Spies and agents usually tend to embellish their feats, and DON ANGEL was no different, so we must 'add a grain of salt' to some of these revelations.

3) There are many twists and turns in this letter, and some HARD facts in the files that we will publish after this letter. DO NOT FORM AN OPINION until you have read all the amazing facts you'll see here on our INTELLIGENCE PAGE.

Now turn the page - and walk into history!

This is the continuation of the letter from DON ANGEL ALCAZAR de VELASCO (158-+-1985) sent to HARRY COOPER (1-LIFE-1983). You'll wish to save these pages in booklet form for future reference. (continued from KTB #114)

"I, and I imagine everyone else, had been expecting some kind of excuse or explanation.....some word to tell us what was to happen now. But there was nothing.

Bormann had promised that the Führer would find some way of pulling through, but now it was plain to us all that neither Hitler; a finished and broken old man on the evidence of my own eyes; not Bormann; nor anyone else believed this promise any longer. Indeed Bormann, who for so long had diligently worked in Hitler's shadow night and day, was conspicuous by his absence.

It was believed by some of the bunker staff that Bormann in collusion with Dönitz was attempting to negotiate with the Russians. Wagner himself told me this, adding:

    'It is probably the only way of getting free of this cemetery in which we are living.'

He did not seem to question the rights and wrongs of it. Survival was all that mattered. But I, who later heard Bormann condemn the Communists and all they stood for, could not accept that this fervent NAZI could betray us so easily to the enemy. As he told me himself, eight months after the War ended:

    'I was not concerned that day with making excuses for Adolf Hitler. I was only concerned with saving his life.'

And he told me then:

    'Our Führer can still unify Germany and make it free from spiritual and geographical division.'

From what Bormann told me and from what I saw in those last hours in the bunker I have almost satisfied myself as to what actually happened to Hitler. I know that many people who remained in the bunker after I have left have given their own explanation of what took place there and their accounts are possibly more acceptable than mine. In fact, I do not attempt to discredit them.

But on the evidence as I know it, this is my reconstruction. A few minutes after Hitler had disappeared up the steps leading out of the Füherbunker I saw for myself a man who bore a startling resemblance to Hitler in stature and facial features being escorted by three uniformed SS officers into the Führer's private apartments. It was commonly accepted that there was on the Führer's staff, a man who was said to be his double.

In conversations with Bormann, he was insistent that Hitler had been removed from the bunker under the influence of drugs on April 21st - the day I shook hands with him in the bunker corridor. Bormann would not give me any explanation as to how many apparently reliable witnesses had claimed to have seen and spoken to Hitler in the bunker right up until his reported suicide on April 30th, except to say that as creator of the Hitler suicide myth he had seen to it that all participants had been carefully briefed.

It is only left to me to believe that it was Hitler's double who, nine days after I left, was destined to play this most important role in the history of Nazism. It was this man who was shot through the mouth and whose body, dressed in Hitler's uniform, was burned alongside that of Eva Braun in the Chancellery garden that same afternoon.

I cannot swear to the truth of this story. I was not there. But seven years later I was to witness an incredible scene which was to reinforce my view that Adolf Hitler did not die in Berlin in April 1945.

Three hours after shaking hands with Adolf Hitler I left the Reich bunker and staggered up to ground level into a scene of the most appalling confusion and noise. Russian artillery was pounding Berlin to ruins. The capital seemed on fire. The sky itself was dark but the jagged outlines of the battered city showed starkly against a red backcloth of fire.

I lay close to a bomb shattered wall in the burnt out ruin of the Chancellery, waiting for a lull in the heavy shellfire from the Russian lines half a mile away. It didn't seem possible for one to live in this inferno - but in a momentary lull, a voice yelled in my ear: 'Come on! Run!" and I was jerked onto my feet. I recognized the voice of Colonel SS Wagner, Chief of Intelligence in Hitler's underground headquarters. With him was Commander SS Willi Oberbiel and together the three of us stumbled across the cratered ruins of the Chancellery garden. Wagner took the lead and we pounded after him. Staggering and occasionally sprawling, we scrambled over mounds of shattered masonry which littered the darkened streets outside. I might have been running for three minutes or three hours. I was so frightened that afterwards I found I could not reckon in terms of time - only of terror.

The streets of Berlin were full of dead and dying men and women, rubble and dirt and broken scaffolding. But around us the spattering of machine gun fire drove us on. I did not know how far I ran or where I was going. But suddenly the shadowy figure ahead of me stopped and seconds later, friendly hands were guiding me into the back seat of a large, black Mercedes. I fell into a deep leather seat, not knowing what was happening - only glad to be alive. I felt rather than saw Oberbiel slump into the seat by my side, followed by Wagner and a fourth man unknown to me. The steel-helmeted driver let in the clutch and the powerful car surged forward. The great exodus from Berlin had begun. Although the capital was lost, the brains of the NAZI party remained intact.

Three hours earlier, I had watched Hitler shuffle his way out of the bunker, attended by his Generals and personal staff. My spirits could not have been lower. For me, this seemed the end. My NAZI masters were defeated and the cause which I had followed with so much enthusiasm seemed crushed beyond repair.

After Hitler's strange behavior, I found the bunker even more oppressive than usual, and was relieved when Wagner announced we were leaving. He told Oberbiel and myself that by the morning, everyone of importance would be gone. But at this time, there seemed to me little point in running away. The messages I had seen the previous week spelled only one thing - Germany had suffered total defeat.

Yet here I was, being driven - apparently unhindered - out of Berlin. I had no idea where we were going, but the simple fact that there was still somewhere to go helped to repair my badly damaged faith. but we were far from safe. The Russians by this time had almost entirely surrounded Berlin. Only the southwestern sector was still in the hands of the Germans. Several platoons of our troops - backed by Artur Axmann & his Hitler Youth battalions - had succeeded in holding off the enemy long enough for us to make our escape

No one spoke as we twisted and turned through the city's back streets. Anxiously we watched for signs of enemy troops who might yet end our bid for freedom. Many streets were partially blocked where blitzed buildings had collapsed. Three times we were forced to stop and claw a way through the rubble with our bare hands. Once our driver careened straight over a three foot mound of bricks and broken concrete. Once clear of the deserted suburbs, our driver stopped the car. He told us it would be safer to wait for the others before going on to Munich. Within ten minutes, headlights flashed on the road behind, illuminating a convoy of about eighteen other cars coming in our direction.

HARRY'S NOTE - When the upper brass said they would fight to the last man; do you think they really meant they would fight to the last of everyone else while they and their families escaped? Keep reading - the defeat of Germany was anticipated more than a year before it finally ended and those at the top made sure that as many of them as possible could escape. Keep reading as this well-planned & well-executed escape operation becomes apparent. Documentation follows.

The last I saw of Berlin was a smudgy glow on the skyline. The sound of gunfire had died to a distant rumble and with the immediate danger behind me, I took stock of my companions.

At my side, little Oberbeil was complaining that he had lost his spectacles and could not see. Wagner was examining a deep gash in his right ankle - he had caught it on a half buried girder on our sprint from the bunker. And our other passenger, a round faced and pot bellied SS Colonel, his uniform crumpled and stained, was still sprawled in the seat where he had fallen. Fear and unaccustomed physical exertion had left him exhausted.

I found a half finished pack of cigarettes in my pocket and passed them round. Only when I came to light my own did I discover how badly I was shaking.

We continued south throughout the night, and dawn found us rushing through the German countryside, fresh and pleasant in contrast to the hell we had left behind us in the night. Only now in daylight, did I realize the extend of our getaway operation. We were the last car of a convoy of nearly two dozen vehicles. Practically all the key men who had staffed the bunker in those last desperate weeks were here. The nucleus of the NAZI High Command was moving en bloc to the last stronghold of the Thousand Year Reich. Many of them were destined to arrive."

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