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about:
Philip Madden is a British citizen living in Turkey.

His poetry has appeared in Poetry Depth Quarterly, The Taproot Literary Review, The Journal, Moongate and the website sff.world.com.

His stories have appeared in both print and internet magazines.

Xsiaork, a Turkish publisher of horror, science-fiction and fantasy stories is translating some of his horror stories into Turkish for publication in Turkey.

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the messenger boy

This humourless Austrian with the intense blue eyes and odd moustache would have been an object of amusement, if he was not so serious about the mad rubbish that spewed from his hate filled mouth.
For the last two hours Gabriel had had to listen to this cheap demagogue rant about Jews, Communism and German destiny. High on his platform with the Nazi swastika behind him and he bellowed on and on, infecting the audience with his own rage until they could contain themselves no longer.
Gabriel had fought the urge to СSeig HeilТ along with the rest of them, he focused his attention on the one he had come to seek out.
His eyes scanned around the faces, all of which were trained on the Furher, who was still banging his fist while his face played gymnastics with his features.
There were different types here, fat faced burghers, tall and gaunt Rhinelanders, stern Prussians but most of them were fair and blue eyedЧthe ideal Nazi type.
All except one.
Gabriel had not noticed him before, and he cursed himself for having missed it; there he wasЧthe one he was looking for.
He was short and swarthy with a studentТs face, an intellectualТs face. An idealist.
He had no business here with these fanatics, attracted here by this former tramps easy answers and assurances of a Greater Germany.
Gabriel moved through the throng towards him. He was standing a few rows back and so it was not difficult for Gabriel to get near him, he was just in time. The maniac on the stage had just scored another point with the crowd, who then broke out into another chorus of СSEIG HEIL, SEIG HEIL.Т
The dark faced student was sweating a lot, Gabriel noticed. Yet he did not notice the tall figure come and stand next to him, he was focused on the Jew baiter on the stage.
He did not notice Gabriel lift his hand and put it on top of his head, when he did realise it was far too late.
He saw line after line, after line of German soldiers each wearing the swastika, marching over Europe. He saw them swaggering under the Arch de Triomphe in Paris, he saw them invade Russia, murdering and raping on the way. Entire villages were burned to the ground while children were lined up to be shot in front of their screaming parents, who were held down by laughing Nazis who beat them every time they tried to look away.
He saw bombs falling on London, houses burning and people sleeping in underground railway stations, mothers trying to comfort crying children while the old folk tell stories.
He saw camps filled with starved bodies, piled high one on top of the other, he saw blonde haired, blue eyed youths marching on the skulls of the destroyed, making way for the superior German race.
He saw America, rising and rising untouched and safe on the other side of the sea. He saw the mushroom cloud, the most potent symbol for the next fifty years, rising over a Japanese city were half of the population and been vaporised.
He saw the end, America ruling the world, Germany destroyed and defeated, Britain victorious but bombed and bankrupt, her Empire given back, her influence handed to America.
He saw American movies, music, clothes, food, attitudes and prejudices shipped around the world, colonised and controlled...

He came to himself. He was aware that he was a stadium packed with bodies, there was an evil smell of sweat and body ordur hanging in the air. His head hurt and his legs wanted to give way, a hand fell on his, strong and tight it stopped him from falling over. Somewhere a voice was droning on high pitched and hysterical, inviting the world into his vision of hell on earth.
СYou came here to kill him,Т whispered Gabriel in Hebrew into the studentТs ear.
Immediately fear gripped him and he turned to face the figure that was holding his arm.
He turned and looked into a pair of eyes that seemed to capture his soul.
СI am not here to hurt you, only to show the historical value of the mistake you were going to make,Т said the voice.
СLook, Jacob, look at the kingdom of God.Т
And he did look, he looked deep into those eyes and saw a land drenched in sunlight and abudance, over which flew the Star of David, blue and white.
This land was theirs, they had been exiled for so long, so many centuries had they, the chosen people of God, wandered amongst the lands of the Christians and Muslims, hated and disrespected at every opportunity, and now their troubles were over, they had been allowed to come home.
СIf you kill him, your people will never see Israel again. You can believe what I say.Т
СWho are you?Т whispered Jacob
СI am the one who He trusts with messages to all his chosen childrenТ.
JacobТs eyes widened and a little screech began to emit from his mouth, until Gabriel touched him on the forehead. Jacob felt a peace flow through his body, the madman on the stage was whipping the crowd up into another crescendo of emotion, before the wave crashed Gabriel took the gun discreetly from JacobТs pocket and slipped into his own.
СI must be going now, Jacob; peace be with you!Т
Jacob, with drunken eyes, watched him slip away through the crowd, and completely lost him when the whole place exploded into a recital of slung-out salutes and chants of СSEIG HEIL, SEIG HEIL, SEIG HEILТ. Jacob began to laugh and joined in. He looked at the odd man on the stage, arm outstretched, eyes wild with a fanaticism, focused on some holy duty. Jacob almost loved him. We will go home, he thought, we will go home, yes of course HEIL HITLER, HE▌L HITLER. Soon enough, Jacob was lost amongst all the other lunatics who had lost themselves in a cause.
Gabriel stepped out into the fresh and cold air of the street. There was nobody in the street, but a signal from Gabriel at a car parked up the street, saw it turn on its engine, pull out and drive towards him. It stopped and the window of the driverТs side was wound down. Gabriel looked past the driver into the shadowy darkness of the back seat.