二戰始作俑者

The Man who Started the War

戰爭始作俑者

阿尔弗雷德-瑙约克斯

阿尔弗雷德-赫尔穆特-瑙约克斯（Alfred Helmut Naujocks，1911 年 9 月 20 日-1966 年 4 月 4 日），化名汉斯-米勒（Hans Müller）、阿尔弗雷德-邦森（Alfred Bonsen）和鲁道夫-莫伯特（Rudolf Möbert），是第三帝国时期的德国党卫军官员。他参与策划了格莱维茨事件，该事件是纳粹德国为进攻波兰提供理由的假象，最终导致了第二次世界大战的爆发。

我就是发动战争的人。难以置信的说法？如果你喜欢，可以愤世嫉俗。这是真的。我是 1939 年点燃欧洲导火索的引爆者。那一年发生的事件以及随后发生的事件如今已变得扑朔迷离，其历史也变得错综复杂，人们很难从正确的角度和背景来看待这些事情。但是，无论他们的知识有多么朦胧，除了那个时代最大的里程碑之外，对其他一切都不确定的人今天都会强调说，没有第二个萨拉热窝，没有刺客挑起希特勒的战争。

他们错了。当然，必须有一个人来策划这一事件--可以说是扣动扳机。我就是那个人；但我的头衔并没有给我带来虚假的自豪感或成就感。这不是一个英雄的故事。它也不会让我产生巨大的负罪感。

如果我能够避免负责格莱维茨电台的阴谋，它仍然会发生。我是这么想的。无论如何，我今天最强烈的感觉是惊讶，甚至是惊奇。

阅读这本书的手稿时，我感到自己与书中的谋杀和阴谋故事格格不入。我，阿尔弗雷德-瑙约克斯，真的与这一切有关吗？

我从来都不是一个喜欢反复思考或对自己的过去进行长时间反思的人，这是我第一次看到自己被描绘成这样。我知道，这不是一幅漂亮的画。党卫军的编年史家杰拉尔德-赖特林格曾写道，我的回忆录将是 "献给历史的礼物"，他还冒昧地说，我的回忆录将写在布宜诺斯艾利斯。还有人断然说我已经死了，而且可能希望我已经死了。我至少可以理解这最后一种感觉，因为我的名字出现在搜查令上的次数可能比当今任何其他人都多。

我赚了几百万--真的。伪造英国五英镑纸币--这是德国情报局最著名的行动之一--就落到了我的手里。今天，我过着衣食无忧的生活。这并不让我感到惊讶。现在没有什么能让我吃惊了。二十年来，我不得不盗窃、偷窃、绑架和撒谎。我想这是各地特勤局工作的一部分。

在 1960 年，对我来说最重要的是，我对其他的生活都不了解，我的生活是失败的。我现在不能把自己变成罪犯。我做了政府让我做的事，并因此获得了勋章。

这就是我的故事。十五年后，我终于可以把它说出来了，或者说，我将永远安全地把它说出来。我花了两年时间把它讲给冈特-佩斯听，他是我在纽伦堡审判中第一次遇到的记者。在讲完之前，我们分享了一些可怕的秘密，因为世人和史书只知道我的行为的后果，而不知道它们背后的真相。

我并不要求评判、同情或名声。只需阅读，然后得出自己的结论。

阿尔弗雷德-赫尔穆特-瑙约克斯

汉堡

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Naujocks

Alfred Naujocks

Alfred Helmut Naujocks (20 September 1911 – 4 April 1966), alias Hans Müller, Alfred Bonsen, and Rudolf Möbert, was a German SS functionary during the Third Reich. He took part in the staged Gleiwitz incident, a false flag intended to provide the justification for the attack on Poland by Nazi Germany, which ultimately culminated in starting World War II.

I am the man who started the war. An incredible claim? Be cynical if you like. It is true. I was the trigger man who lit the fuse to Europe in 1939. The events of that year and those that followed are now so confused, their history so complex, that it is difficult to see things in their right perspective and context. But however hazy their knowledge, people who are uncertain of all but the biggest milestones of that era will say emphatically today that there was no Sarajevo the second, no assassin to start Hitler’s war.

Well, they are wrong. There was a specific incident which began the chain-reaction of violence and bloodshed, and, of course, there had to be one man to engineer the incident—to pull the trigger, so to say. I was that man; but the title I claim gives me no false pride or sense of achievement. This is not a hero’s story. Neither does it depress me with feelings of enormous guilt.

Had I been able to avoid taking charge of the Gleiwitz radio plot it would still have taken place. I think. Anyway, my uppermost feeling today is one of surprise and even astonishment.

Reading the manuscript of this book I felt curiously detached from the tales of murder and intrigue. Was it really me, Alfred Naujocks, who was involved in all this?

I have never been a man for second thoughts or long reflections on my past, and this is the first time that I have seen such a picture of myself painted. It is not a pretty one, I know. Gerald Reitlinger, chronicler of the SS, once wrote that my memoirs would be “a gift to history,” and hazarded the opinion that they would be written in Buenos Aires. Others have stated categorically that I am dead, and probably hoped I was. I can, at least, understand understand this last feeling, for my name has probably appeared on more search warrants than that of any other man alive today.

I made millions—literally. The forgery of the British five-pound notes—which is one of the most famous exploits of the German Secret Service—was placed in my hands. Today, I live from hand to mouth. It does not surprise me. Nothing can, now. For twenty years I had to burgle, steal, kidnap and lie. I suppose that is part of Secret Service work everywhere.

All that counts with me in 1960 is that I know no other life well enough to live it, and that in peace I am a failure. I cannot turn myself into a criminal now. I did what my Government told me to do and was decorated for it.

So this is my story. After fifteen years, I am safe to reveal it, or as safe as I ever shall be. It took me two years to tell it to Gunter Peis, the journalist whom I first met at the Nuremberg trials. Until it was finished we shared some terrible secrets, for the world and the history books knew only the consequences of my actions, not what lay behind them.

I am not asking for judgment, or sympathy, or fame. Just read, and draw your own conclusions.

Alfred Helmut Naujocks

Hamburg