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Jasta 27 leader Göring attained his 18th victory on 7 April. Here, Göring is seen in the cockpit of one of his Dr Is, likely 206/17. He had his aircraft equipped with sheet metal baffles that were fitted on the coaming just aft of the guide for the ammunition belt. These baffles were intended to deflect the empty cartridge cases that were ejected from the guns. This Dr I was also fitted with a rack of signal flare cartridges and a small ring sight on the right hand machine gun

Photo and caption featured in Osprey Aircraft of the Aces 128 Aces of Jagdgeschwader Nr III by Greg VanWyngarden

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Hermann Göring | Геринг by Olga

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A fragment about Hermann getting slapped by a guard at the Nuremberg cafeteria:

Suddenly, the heavy double doors swung open and a group of US military police came in, escorting a tall, flabby man in handcuffs who seemed to float in his coat. Chadeyev, turning, recognized Field Marshal Hermann Goering’s pomaded hair, long, sensuous mouth, and deeply furrowed forehead. There must have been some unusual delay allowing a prisoner to eat in the cafeteria, Chadeyev thought, since normally the defendants returned to their jail cells during recess. He jumped up and fumbled for his press pass.

As Goering came nearer, Chadeyev saw that, although his waxy color showed the effects of imprisonment, he held his head high and his deep-set eyes looked around the room as if he owned it. The prisoner’s pudgy hand pointing to a corner table made Chadeyev’s mouth tighten with rage. For an instant, he measured the space between himself, Goering and the guards, imagining his hands on the flabby throat, but the moment passed and he gripped his camera even tighter.

By the time Chadeyev caught up with the group, Goering was sitting between two MPs. One of them was loosening his handcuffs. A young officer, in hard hat and gleaming white belt, who remained standing and alert, frowned as the photographer hobbled towards him

Chadeyev handed the officer his press pass, which said TASS/PHOTO in roman and Cyrillic letters. He uncapped his lens and waited impatiently, unsure whether to risk confiscation of his film by snatching at the chance to confront this murderer. Suddenly, Goering jumped up from the bench, his face purple with anger, his pale eyes nearly bursting from their sockets and spat a staccato stream of German words at the photographer. The American officer stared at Goering’s face, which was contorted with hatred.

Chadeyev stood immobile as the stream of insults washed over him. He spoke no German, but Goering’s tone was the same one that he had heard blaring from the loudspeakers, the verbal assault preceding the machine guns, in every Russian village and town, and he recognized "Russische" and "schweinehund." Although he remained outwardly impassive, he could feel his whole body tightening on the grief and fear that he had fought for five long years.

The young officer only hesitated a moment before shouting:

"Shut up, for Chrissake, shut up. Who the hell do you think you are?

They were now both screaming and the guard nearest to Goering, an older man, calmly turned and slapped him. The prisoner slid down on the bench, his hot face pale white. That was how Chadeyev, taking his time and pulling slowly on the frayed cord, captured him: a collapsed balloon. He waved a salute to thank the officer and returned to his table. Goering, still muttering, started to eat with his handcuffed hands.

Source: War’s End by Sophie Cook

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