Gestapo

"As the Munks had been making their way to the Columbus Street siding, the tall, strapping Erwin Schaeffer had been escorting his own parents to the Kasztner train. Former school friends, Erwin and Peter had not seen each other for some years. To avoid being apprehended by the Germans, Schaeffer had dyed his hair blond and made himself look like a Hungarian Nazi, even changing his name to Julius. That night Erwin was terrified that one of his old classmates would unwittingly reveal his identity. If Peter Munk acknowledged the identity of his Jewish friend, a watchful SS or Gestapo officer might have realized that Julius was actually a Jew. He would have been taken into custody immediately, and would probably have joined the four hundred thousand other Hungarian Jews who were sent to concentration camps that summer and exterminated. Peter Munk recognized Erwin Schaeffer in the brief moment when the two passed each other in the crowd of Jews struggling to get on the Kasztner train. But his friend’s appearance—blond hair, Gestapo raincoat—was so altered that Peter instantly understood that it was a disguise that could easily be destroyed by the wrong gesture or by words of greeting. Peter fought his natural impulse to embrace his dear friend and walked calmly away. It would be eight years before Peter and Erwin saw each other again."

"In 1944, Boulanger is listed by the Gestapo among the personalities dangerous to the security of the Reich. In the event of an Allied troop landing, he is to be immediately brought before the firing squad. Pierre Bercot, who opposes the requisition of the large presses from the Saint-Ouen factory and their transfer to an unknown destination, is questioned by the Gestapo and then imprisoned in Fresnes prison (after managing, with the complicity of a SNCF resistance network, to redirect the convoy to Burgundy)."

"Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender; and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and liberation of the Old."