Douglas MacKinnon - The Dawn of a Nazi Moon: Book One

Powerful women breaking every glass ceiling possible in a quest to defeat an unworldly Nazi threat in a high-stakes battle of the space domain. I love it.

Jeannie Kranz

, former Senior Congressional Space Advisor

and Space Executive

MacKinnon has long dealt with Deep State issues. They dont get any deeper or more mysterious than this book.

Marty Martin

, former Senior CIA Operations Officer

and Special Forces Operative

Douglas MacKinnon combines a background in government with the writing skills of a novelist. And so hes produced a lively and thought-provoking story which serves as a useful reminder that well face unexpected threats and surprises in the near future.

William Kristol

, former White House Chief-of-Staff

and Director, Defending Democracy Together

Truly chilling. Real-world and alternative history and space technology blended into a jaw-dropping, cant-put-down novel.

Captain William F. Readdy,

U.S. Navy (Ret.),

three-time space shuttle astronaut and commander

A PERMUTED PRESS BOOK

The Dawn of a Nazi Moon:

Book One

2020 by Douglas MacKinnon

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-1-68261-914-8

ISBN (eBook): 978-1-68261-915-5

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For my wife, Leela June

Simply put,

she is the joy and happiness finally reached

on that journey called life.

During the waning days of World War II, in a desolate corner on Peenemndethe most fanatically guarded facility in Nazi GermanySS General Heinrich Kemmler looked out at the ten most advanced scientific creations in the history of the world.

He smiled to himself as he squinted out the window of a massive fortified cement blockhouse two miles away and fought to visually locate his creations through the falling rain and the rapidly approaching darkness of night. Actually, its just one creation replicated ten times, he thought out loud.

As he stared out the window, the general knew that Russian troops were just days away from taking the base and torturing and killing them all.

For that reason, weeks earlier he had evacuated chief scientist Wernher von Braun, the chief scientists younger brother Magnus, and a majority of the two thousand or so other Nazi rocket scientists to central Germany, next to the Mittelwerk factory.

The general did this for two reasons: The first was to keep Nazi Germanys top rocket scientists out of the hands of the savage Russians. The next, and more important reason, was to keep secret from those very scientistsmen and women he considered less than loyal to the Fhrer and the Third Reichwhat he and his team of handpicked SS scientists had been working on and finalizing for the last number of months on direct orders from Adolf Hitler himself.

If only the world knew.

But, General Kemmler thought to himself, that was the whole point. The world would never know what was about to happen, in mere minutes.

Almost eighteen months

earlier to the day, General Kemmler had been summoned to Hitlers heavily guarded private home, the Berghof on the Obersalzberg.

The Obersalzberg was a small mountain located just outside the picturesque Alpine town of Berchtesgaden on the Bavarian-Austrian border.

Several years before, General Kemmler had arrived for the most amazing and surreal meeting of his life. Hitlers bootlicking subordinate Martin Bormann had set about completely transforming the town from a peaceful village into a retreat for the upper echelon of the Third Reich.

The truly psychotic Bormann accomplished this by evicting every resident in the areawhile gleefully executing those who protested in the least wayand then destroying their farms, homes, and businesses.

In their place, he erected a Nazi Shangri-La, where the senior members of the regime enjoyed Alpine chalets built within walking distance of the home of their beloved Fhrer.

In addition to the chalets were hotels for invited guests, a massive garage to house Hitlers car collection, a schoolhouse, a state-of-the-art movie theater, several teahousesincluding the infamous Eagles Nestand even a lavish greenhouse to cater to Hitlers strict vegetarian dietary habits.

Beyond that luxury, and even more importantly, Bormann built a number of highly fortified barracks to house Hitlers personal crack SS unit, which had two jobs, and two jobs only: protect Hitler at all costs, and kill anyoneand their familywho remotely posed a threat to the god on Earth.

A task they not only relished, but salivated to carry out.

It was into that town and that atmosphere, again, that General Kemmler found himself years later at 4:00 p.m. on a Friday afternoon.

After going through multiple checkpoints and two invasively thorough searches, he was escorted into a relatively small but ornate sitting room that housed several easy chairs, a large fireplace, and a conference table for six people.

Thirty seconds after he entered, a door at the back of the room opened, and Adolf Hitler slowly strolled through with his hands folded behind his back. Following him in quick fashion, like an eager-to-please puppy dog, came Martin Bormann.

Kemmler had only personally met Hitler once before, when the Fhrer had summoned him and Wernher von Braun to Berlin for an unscheduled update on the V-2 rocket program.

But then, as before and now, General Kemmler, brilliant as he was, had an incurable blind spot regarding the Fhrer. A man his own father served with and spoke highly of during the Great War. For whatever reason, Kemmler truly came to believe that with Hitler, he was in the presence of either a god on Earth or a mortal sent down by God to save Germany and the Fatherland from the nations and mongrel scum of humanity bent upon its total destruction.

Because Kemmler was certain that Hitler was a conduit and speaker for the word of God, he knew it was his duty to obey that voice and its commands to the letter of the law handed down to him from above.

But, even if that were not the casea dark thought Kemmler allowed to barely exist in the deepest recesses of his mindand Hitler was indeed a crazed man as some of his fellow officers whispered in the shadows, far away from the ears and the informants of the Gestapo, he was still the leader of Germany and of the Fatherlanda country and a vision that, as a professional soldier, Kemmler had sworn to protect and defendat any cost.