My Soul Memory
“In May 1943, Daluege became seriously ill after a massive heart attack. In August, he was relieved of all of his day-to-day responsibilities and spent the rest of the war living on a property in western Pomerania given to him by Hitler.”
Western Pomerania, also called Hither Pomerania (German: Vorpommern), is the western extremity of the historic region of the Duchy, later Province of Pomerania, nowadays divided between the German state of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern and Poland.
It was no accident Hitler assigned Kurt Daluege to Western Pomerania for his convalescence to keep an eye out on the progress of the V weapons, including the explosion of the first atomic bomb in 1944.
It just so happens that it near to :-
Peenemünde (German pronunciation: [peːnəˈmʏndə], English: "Peene [River] Mouth") is a municipality on the Baltic Sea island of Usedom in the Vorpommern-Greifswald district in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany. It is part of the Amt (collective municipality) of Usedom-Nord. The community is known for the Peenemünde Army Research Center, where the world's first functional large-scale liquid-propellant rocket, the V-2, was developed!https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peenemünde
V-1 flying bomb :-
The V-1 flying bomb (German: Vergeltungswaffe 1 "Vengeance Weapon 1")—also known to the Allies as the buzz bomb, or doodlebug, and in Germany as Kirschkern (cherry stone)
or Maikäfer (maybug), as well as by its official RLM aircraft designation of Fi 103 was an early cruise missile and the only production aircraft to use a pulsejet for power.
V-2 Rocket :-
The V-2 (German: Vergeltungswaffe 2, "Retribution Weapon 2"), with the technical name Aggregat 4 (A4), was the world's first long-range guided ballistic missile. The missile, powered by a liquid-propellant rocket engine, was developed during the Second World War in Germany as a "vengeance weapon", assigned to attack Allied cities as retaliation for the Allied bombings against German cities. The V-2 rocket also became the first artificial object to travel into space by crossing the Kármán line with the vertical launch of MW 18014 on 20 June 1944.
In the 1960s l did a lot experiments with rockets, technology and chemicals.
My father bought me a German water rocket in 1961 when I was 7 years old. I immediately recognise it as a model of a V2! It was East German similar to below.
It had a strong metal pump and a strong jaw clamps. It was serious toy!
Start der Wasserrakete DDR Spielzeug Rakete Anker der Start Das Experiment.
Graduation to Chemicals
When completed the cannon was test fired using a Sodium IV Chlorate weed killer and sugar mixture most gratifyingly the barrel belched forth a ten foot long yellow flame towards the unsuspecting neighbours for some considerable time! In later years my father confided that this moment, was one of his most vivid memories of me. Whilst reading the paper after a hard morning at work, the whole of the lounge lit up bright yellow. Springing to his feet he looked out the window to see the cannon in action with his son proudly looking on.
Sodium IV Chlorate played a large part in my life as I diversified into rocketry for my school science project. The space race of the 60's had fired the imagination of the planet's youth and I was an ardent practising disciple of the technology. It was also at about this time that I found quite by chance that I had a natural affinity for horses. Specifically that I knew exactly how to ride, without ever having had a single lesson. By comparison later my motorbike although fun seemed cold, tame and soul less compared to the mystic bond between a horse and its rider.
Moving rapidly forward, I was very much taken with the power of chemicals, especially gunpowder. Gunpowder was a sort of magical substance and has held an almost hypnotic fascination in the affections of many a small boy for generations. I know that this love affair was triggered off by the traditional celebrations of November 5, Guy Fawkes Night, with the making of a Guy effigy and going out on to the streets to collect a "Penny for the Guy". We used to make our decorated Guys, go out, collect charitable donations from passers by and come back later with usually a small amount of loose change. Sometimes we would do this three or four weeks in advance and then eagerly buy up stocks of fireworks, such as penny bangers and threp'nny cannons, the bright red ones! I always had a penchant for the exploding fireworks as they represent better value, more bang for your buck, so too speak! Rockets were another favourite of mine. But we didn‟t just put rockets up into the sky, being more inventive we made bazooka rocket launchers, with which we would aim and fire the rockets horizontally. Often we would engage in childhood gang fights, small but intensely emotional affairs with some of the local neighbourhood ruffians. We improvised an impressive arsenal of weaponry and being less in number would try to outwit them with our superior technology. It always worked, prepared only as they were for hand to hand combat, our firepower was a surprise and certainly scared them away from pursuing their bullying tactics and intimidation.
The experiments gathered pace. They moved into loading the door chimes full of Sodium Chlorate and sugar and making a rather effective flame thrower instead of a musket, which ejected a rather large 2 or 3 foot flame, bright yellow, for at least a minute or two. Going further, with this new exciting technology we discovered that we could use this for our own rockets, so gratifyingly we experimented with a rocket shell. The grainy, powdered sugar/weed killer mixture was a bit too dense, so after experimentation we put the dissolved chlorate directly onto newspaper, soaking it in and letting it dry in the sun. Then rolling up the newspaper we packed it carefully into our home-made rockets. With an air of excitement we would then experimental fire them in the local field. Some worked, some didn‟t, but on the whole they were always most spectacular.
The trouble with rockets is that they usually do one of three things. They either don‟t work, in which case they are extremely boring, and everybody groans. They can explode, or even take off successfully and behave, as rockets really should, which is usually a novel bonus because they are then quite exciting and spectacular, zooming off in various directions, ending up in neighbours‟ gardens. At the bottom of our house was an old disused railway embankment suitable for my experiments.