sation gradually died down. He walked over
to the board with the launch schedule for
each patrol and hung a roll of paper with the
layouts on top. It had wooden strips at the top
and bottom, and so it unfolded easily on its
own. The room hummed in surprise.
„Gentlemen, we have approached the coast
of New Swabia. Our ship is part of the Royal
Navy fleet that has joined the international
forces in the secret allied operation Ice Age.“
I‘ll make it short and clear: There are Nazis in
Antarctica. We don‘t know how long they‘ve
been there. But we know they‘re up to something dangerous, and we have to stop them.
Allied aircraft carriers and their escorts are
cruising the entire Antarctic coastline looking
for them. Unfortunately, we don‘t get much
from American high-altitude aerial reconnaissance. The enemy has anti-aircraft missiles,
effective even at high altitudes, and this has
gotten our American colleagues into trouble.
That‘s why it‘s your turn. We think the Nazis
don‘t have enough conventional anti-aircraft
weapons, so you have more chances to gather intel and get back.
You must examine every inch of our sector.
Colleagues from units in Canada, Alaska, Norway, Finland and others who have experience
in Arctic conditions are important. That‘s why
we‘ve assigned them to individual squadrons.
Keep your eyes peeled! Report the slightest
anomaly. As you can see, the enemy has air
assets you don‘t know yet. I‘ll get to that in
Here is a Messerschmitt P.1101 jet, this is a
Focke-Wulf Ta 183 and this is what a Heinkel
P.1079 night fighter and a Gotha P.60 bomber
look like. Unfortunately, we haven‘t yet found
the airfields from which they operated. So we
can‘t rule out such vertical take-off machines
with rotating gondolas with jet propulsion.
But you can also see other types.
What we are sure of, however, are the flying
discs that have so intrigued you. They are
called Hauneburg-Geräte, or Haunebu for
short. We have pictures of them in our area.
Here, take them, let them circulate.
The larger ones have a wingspan of several
tens of metres, we don‘t know where they
take off from and we don‘t know their speed,
climb rate or armament. So you‘ll be flying
patrols armed with rockets. We don‘t know
how armoured the Haunebu are, so don‘t hesitate to use rockets. You have standard survival gear for polar conditions. Our submarines
and other vessels are cruising the area. Commandos have already landed on the coast. If
you‘re shot down, we‘ll do everything we can
Ice being cut for research on scale model of HMS Habbakuk. The construction was
performed at Patricia and Jasper Lakes in Alberta, Canada.
Photo: Library and Archives Canada
to get you to safety. Our task force is on a southwest course to get closer to this mountain
range. That‘s where the enemy is said to be
most active. The daytime temperature off the
coast is about minus ten degrees Celsius. This
time of year is summer here. The sun rises
before 4:00 a.m., sets before 9:00 p.m. There‘s
a 24-hour patrol schedule. Any questions? No
questions? All right. Good luck, gentlemen!“
The pilots began to rise from their chairs and
the room filled again with the noise of conversation. The intelligence officer turned to
one of the groups.
„Gentlemen of the 486th Squadron, ‚Bunny‘
Kleinkönnig and ‚Eikka‘ Luukkanen, please
come here. We have some questions for you.
We‘ve picked up enemy radio traffic. Come
and see if you recognize the call codes of any
of your former Luftwaffe colleagues, so we
know who we‘re dealing with. One of their
commanders is on the radio as Eismeer 1.“
Kleinkönnig and Luukanen looked at each
other without a word.
Mountain base Cäsar III,
mountains in New Swabia,
The completed 1/50th scale model of HMS Habbakuk was
disguised as a house on a lake. The pykrete was so temperature resistant that the ship lasted three summers before it
melted. Pykrete is still used today for the surfaces of Canadian
airfield runways located above the Arctic Circle.
Photo: Library and Archives Canada
In the vast concrete hall, red lights
flashed on the floor
Some of the mechanics were running to
their shelters behind
the armor plates.
The heavy concrete
door, as wide as the
entire hall, began
to lift with a creak,
letting in cold air
from the Antarctic
valley. Finally, with a
groan, it stopped at
the ceiling. Outside,
the floor of the hall
became a platform
several dozen meters
came from the wall-
-mounted speakers, transmitted from a fighter flying nearby.
„This is Späte, approaching from the South
Pole direction, on the opposite side of the valley, speed two hundred, height six hundred,
descending slightly. Make ready the arresting
The mechanics set in motion two hydraulic
jacks and erected a huge structure in the
centre of the hall across its entire width, it looked like a gate with a large number of vertical strips of flexible fabric.
„I‘m dropping to five hundred, landing gear
extended, speed one hundred and fifty,
deploying flaps. Visual contact with the hangar. Is the Landungssignaloffizier in position?
I don‘t see him.“
The LSO had just run to a station that was located outside at the edge of the platform.
„Major, the LSO is in position, wind speed two
metres per second, blowing southeast.“
„I‘m making visual contact, turning left towards the runway, slowing down to one hundred and thirty.“
High above the wide valley, the slender fighter seemed to be driving on an invisible
bridge towards the rock.
The LSO was giving flags instructions for landing maneuver corrections. The Horten jet
powered flying wing landed smoothly on the
platform and passed into the bowels of the
hangar through the opening under the huge
doors. It began to close immediately afterwards.
Inside, the Horten stopped with a distinct
yo-yo effect against the restraint strips, and
then the elastic bands pushed it back a little.
The mechanics shouted with undisguised
Major Späte lifted the cockpit canopy and
the ground crew provided him with a ladder.
But Späte stood up in the cockpit and shouted loudly: „I‘ve got my first kill!“
Another wave of cheers and an avalanche of
questions about where and how it happened.
„It was a classic, I saw two Meteors, they weren‘t flying very high, they looked like they were
on a reconnaissance. I guess they were tired,
or a little dazzled from the white all around
here. I attacked his wingman from an elevation change, he took a close range hit from
me on his left engine, immediately caught
fire, rolled over to the left and Tommy jumped
out. The other one got away in a dive. They‘re good at this, I already had plenty of speed
INFO Eduard - January 2022