The Iron Man

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Reinhard Heydrich.




Devoted family man.




Champion fencer.




Genuine war hero.




Talented musician.




Chairman, Wannsee Conference




The road to Hradkany Castle.




Lidice.




Heydrich's gravesite, stone destroyed by the Russians.  That is a flower pot and a note in Polish on the stone base.  Dear sweet Jesus.  Heydrich was one of the worst humans of all time.  However, he was very capable, and yes, it was worth it killing him.  No Matter What, he had to go.  And I am very sorry for what happened to the blameless Czechs.



One more thing.  Heydrich's brother, Obersturmfuhrer (Lt.) Heinz Heydrich, recieved Reinhard's papers and found out about the plans for the extermination of the Jews.  He began forging passes and helped many people escape.  A legal commission showed up to investigate his office and Heinz shot himself to protect his family.  The commission was there to investigate missing office supplies.   This is proof that evil is not genetic.
In passing,  I must mention that Albert Goering actively worked against his brother and saved many lives.  Today is the first time I have read about these men.  God grant them serenity.



Albert Goering.
 

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