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Sun Spots, v. 4, issue 3, whole no. 15, February 1941
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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 15. [[underline]]WEAPON NEEDED[[end underline]]! - - - - Plot by--R. K. Johnson Written by--J.Edward Davis March 3,1942. Today our ship the "Dusseldorf", invented by the famous scientist, Otto Kipler, is being made ready for the long voyage through the outer depths of the empty void. Today we leave for the Moon. Our orders have finally come through from the higher-ups. . . The morning is cold and misty, and as I look out of the clouded glass window of the hanger, I can see a small group of planes from our depleted airforce taking off for the daily reconaissance flights over England. A few short months ago, our glorious air-squadrons were blasting English cities from Scapa-Flow to Birmingham, with deadining accuracy, but today---today after the crushing defeat of our land forces at Tripoly, and the near complete destruction of our air-armada in the great battle of London, we have little---very little left, indeed. The feuhrer, Adolf Hitler, has ordered Captain Von Kitzel and Professor Frederik Schuzinic, to take the"Dusseldorf", the newly completed space craft, on which I, Heinrick Rueckert, have the honor to be first mate, and make a trip to our lone satallite, the Moon. We are going in search of some civilization---a civilization which might well have a weapon---a weapon mighty enough to pulverize all Britain into submission! I have just been informed that the ship is in readiness, and that we shall start our journey in a few moments. As I watch Von Kitzel and Schuznic walk slowly towards the long gleaming hull, appearing ghostly in the early morning mist, I have a strange, unexplainable impulse that this might be our last day on Earth---our last moments in Der Fatherland! . . It is strange that there is no great ceremonies at the takeoff, but then as has been explained to us all, this is a secret mission, intrusted only to those who the Feuhrer feels are worthy of such an undertaking. I have now been on the ship several hours. As I last finished setting down these notes, a British air-raid had begun. In a matter of seconds I had hurried aboard, and in a blast of gray smoke, we were all free of earthly cares. We rose aloft at terrifying speed---perhaps faster than any other human being had ever traveled. It seems to me only fitting that Nazi Germany should be the first country to accomplish space travel. . . Our flight will be long remembered as the greatest victory Germany has ever won! March 10, 1942. It has been seven days since I last set down any notes, and in those seven days our goal has become nearer and nearer till we are but a few hours from it. Looming up like some monstrous beast in a sea of space lies Luna. The deep pits of the craters are clearly visable, seemingly near enough so as one could reach out a hand and touch it. The pale moon-glow, as seen on earth has become a flaring torch of lustrous brilliance, outshining any man-made light. The mountains rise
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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 15. [[underline]]WEAPON NEEDED[[end underline]]! - - - - Plot by--R. K. Johnson Written by--J.Edward Davis March 3,1942. Today our ship the "Dusseldorf", invented by the famous scientist, Otto Kipler, is being made ready for the long voyage through the outer depths of the empty void. Today we leave for the Moon. Our orders have finally come through from the higher-ups. . . The morning is cold and misty, and as I look out of the clouded glass window of the hanger, I can see a small group of planes from our depleted airforce taking off for the daily reconaissance flights over England. A few short months ago, our glorious air-squadrons were blasting English cities from Scapa-Flow to Birmingham, with deadining accuracy, but today---today after the crushing defeat of our land forces at Tripoly, and the near complete destruction of our air-armada in the great battle of London, we have little---very little left, indeed. The feuhrer, Adolf Hitler, has ordered Captain Von Kitzel and Professor Frederik Schuzinic, to take the"Dusseldorf", the newly completed space craft, on which I, Heinrick Rueckert, have the honor to be first mate, and make a trip to our lone satallite, the Moon. We are going in search of some civilization---a civilization which might well have a weapon---a weapon mighty enough to pulverize all Britain into submission! I have just been informed that the ship is in readiness, and that we shall start our journey in a few moments. As I watch Von Kitzel and Schuznic walk slowly towards the long gleaming hull, appearing ghostly in the early morning mist, I have a strange, unexplainable impulse that this might be our last day on Earth---our last moments in Der Fatherland! . . It is strange that there is no great ceremonies at the takeoff, but then as has been explained to us all, this is a secret mission, intrusted only to those who the Feuhrer feels are worthy of such an undertaking. I have now been on the ship several hours. As I last finished setting down these notes, a British air-raid had begun. In a matter of seconds I had hurried aboard, and in a blast of gray smoke, we were all free of earthly cares. We rose aloft at terrifying speed---perhaps faster than any other human being had ever traveled. It seems to me only fitting that Nazi Germany should be the first country to accomplish space travel. . . Our flight will be long remembered as the greatest victory Germany has ever won! March 10, 1942. It has been seven days since I last set down any notes, and in those seven days our goal has become nearer and nearer till we are but a few hours from it. Looming up like some monstrous beast in a sea of space lies Luna. The deep pits of the craters are clearly visable, seemingly near enough so as one could reach out a hand and touch it. The pale moon-glow, as seen on earth has become a flaring torch of lustrous brilliance, outshining any man-made light. The mountains rise
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