GERMANY - Christmas - Aliens - http://maxpages.com/ufo1paranormal/Story_Number

While being Stationed at Spangdahlem AFB in German I had many opportunities to drive around the ever twisting roads of the Eiffel Mount range. This area was know for several things. It was the birthplace for the werewolf stories, The so called birthplace of Saint Nicholas. ( I do believe that every German town tries to take credit for that ) and many strange ghost tales.

My wife and Children had arrived just three days before Christmas and this was the last day of duty before our Christmas break. The night before my wife and I set up the tree and wrapped up our presents. I arrived early that morning and my commanding officer was in his office. As I walked in he called for me to enter his office.

He was very upset, and by the agitation, and hesitation in his voice I knew that I was going to get stuck with Christmas duty. He explained that he had no one else he could count on to accomplish this duty assignment. He knew that it has been seven months since the Family and I have been together. He handed over the assignment. I glanced over it quickly, then mumbled “ damn “. I looked up from the paper and seeing that the commander was now staring down at a blank piece of paper, there was no way I was going to get out of this.

There was a Russian Officer who wanted to defect to the U.S. and that his bargaining tool was that of the schematics, plans, their new missile guidance system. I would be going deep into Russia, and then get him out. This means a minimum of a week.
I walked out of the office and headed to my locker. As I strapped on my shoulder holster and placed my weapon in it, our secretary popped her head into the are and yelled back that the CO wanted to see me again.

I hung up my uniform and then locked the locker. I was greeted by a hot cup of coffee and a smile by our secretary, Airman Brenda Fields. The CO turned away from the window as I walked in and informed me that the time table was moved up, and I would be leaving now. I sighed, but the thought of spending Christmas with my family was now history.

I rented one of the local car dealers rental cars that had a Switzerland Plates and ID tag. I drove past the Base Exchange and purchased twenty five pairs of Blue Jeans in various sizes and ten cartons of cigarettes. As I passed the candy counter noticed ten boxes of Swiss Chocolates. The best thing was that they were not priced or marked yet. I grabbed all of them and within a few moments I was on my way to the Russian border.

Normally an Agent would look at passing through a remote out of the place border guards station. Within six hours I was in line at the Berlin crossing area. I pulled into the gated area. One of the armed guard walked around the car as the other checked my papers. We had the best paper makers in the business. The slight hesitation of the first guard was quickly eased when I handed him two boxes of chocolates, and told him that it was a Christmas gift for the two of them for their wives or girlfriends.

As he motioned for me to drive on, one person hidden behind a doorway stepped out, and walked to the side of the car. He told me in Swedish, that he would like to buy a box of chocolate from me, and how much would it cost? I looked at him then responded back in Russian that it was $ 50 Rupees. To his shock, he responded in German that the chocolate was not that high in Russia.

In Russian I then spoke, If you really want the chocolate I will let you have it for 25 Rupees. He then asked me in English, Are you trying to bribe me to get entry into Russia?
I looked at him, and responded back in broken English, “ Why would anyone want to bribe someone to get into Russia? “ I then handed him the chocolate and told him merry Christmas. He looked at the chocolate, smiled and nodded his head yes, then step out of the way for me to leave.

I rolled up my window and through the rear view window I watched as he put the candy into his coat pocket. He was one of the more experienced KGB agents, and we both knew who we were, but this was the holiday season, and no one wanted to do the paper work. Within four hours, and eleven check points later. I was near my pick up point for the defector. I always hated these kind of missions. Anything can go wrong and normally does. I glanced down at my watch and realized that it had stopped. Glancing at the dashboard clock I realized that I was about three hours ahead of schedule.

I walked into the little building marked Gruvenhauser Von Stauer and sat down at a table in the center of the restaurant. A few moment went by when the waiter walked over, and asked what I wanted. I ordered a small glass of Vodka and a bowl of borscht. He walked over to the window and glanced at my car outside. After seeing my ID sticker he hustled back into the kitchen..

Sitting there I glanced over the room. There were only three others in the room. As the front door opened a blast of cold air hit my back. I did not glance back, but I could hear the steps coming towards my table. Within a few seconds, a very large man dressed in a heavy coat lined with fur stood next to me. Looking up he asked in Russian if he could join me. I indicated for him to take a seat. I waved to the waiter to make it two of the same. He looked around and softly spoke in English, “ You are in big trouble. They know that you are here, and I would suggest that you meet him about 12 kilometers down the road in an old barn. You can lose those following you, by turning unto the first road on your left, then the second right after crossing the bridge. It will take you to the back of the barn. He finished his soup, sipped down the last bit of vodka, got up and walked out.

The waiter walked over to the table, and looked at the empty bowls and glasses, and commented that I must of really been hungry. I paid for the food and drinks and as I walked out of the building I noticed that I did have a tag on me. Following the directions given I lost my tag and was waiting in the barn when he arrived.

An hour later the person I was waiting for arrived. I quickly looked over the plans and memorized them. He plans looked like the real thing so I signaled for him to get into the car. He parked his inside the barn, then got into the passenger seat. As we pulled away, he asked who my friend was, that told him of the trap and the new meeting place. I glanced at him, then told him that I thought it was one of his people.

As we headed down the road, a flock of deer clogged the road in front of us, and we were forced to take another side road. We emerged about twenty yards down from the Restaurant and as we looked at it we could see that there were four police cars parked all around it and several unmarked cars. We got back on the main road, and pulled away without drawing attention. I asked who he had talked to. He looked at me and said the only person who knew was his girlfriend. I just shook my head.

At each check point I would depart with a single pair of blue jeans, and might even acquire a bottle of vodka. The inner Check points were not a problem. The main one leaving East Germany had the tightest security. Stopping for gas I pondered over which road I should take to the check points. Main road check point or going for a remote one. As I took the gas nozzle out of the tank a familiar voice cut through the brisk night air, “ Might I suggest the old Braghhauffen road.. I turned to him, and his massive sight seemed to comfort me. How far was my response to his suggestion. Third road down to the left, follow it till you come to the old cover bridge. Make a right there and go to the next bridge, cross it, then keep on the road.

I walked to the front of the car reached in and grabbed a bottle of Vodka, then handed it to him. Then walked away and paid for the gas. Walking back to the car I could not see my benefactor, but he has not steered me wrong yet. Driving away, my passenger asked what I did with the bottle of Vodka. I told it I gave it away. He told me that he marked the day and time that we meet and started on his ride to freedom, and he was going to drink it one year from that day. I told him that I would buy him another.

Following his directions I arrived at the check point. There were several guard there and many unmarked parked cars. As I approached I noticed that the area to drive through was partially blocked with what looked like an old baggage sleigh. All of the guards and some of the others were trying tyo push it through and the mules in front were not moving. The head guard looked at me and then waved me to go around the side of the sleigh. He glanced into the car at us, then told us to squeeze through to the other side.

As we cleared the gated area, and halfway down the no mans land area. I stopped the car and told my passenger to stay put. I walked back and as I got to the side of the sled to push, the mules got up and we were able to get it through the gate. Everyone thanked each other and I noticed a familiar heavy coat stepping up into the sleigh, walking back to the car. As I came aside of the driver area, I spoke just loud enough for the driver to hear, “ Need to replace the mules with reindeer. “ Hi reply of that he will keep that in mind caused a warm feeling inside.

After dropping off my passenger and materials at the US Embassy in West Berlin the remaining six hour ride back to the base had put me into the day after Christmas. My thoughts wandered as to the events of the past 52 hours, as I pulled into the base. I traded in the other car and drove mine home. The roads that morning were really hazy and cold. I barely kept the car on the road., and as I made a hairpin turn I spotted a car stuck into a snow bank off to my right. I pulled the car to the left side of the road and walked back. There were a family of four snuggled together in the car. I told them that I would take them to where ever they were going.

The smallest looked a me and stated that this was their home. I looked at them then told them that they were going to my house and I would get someone to pull their car out later that day. As they thawed out in the car, I could see the redness of cold on their fingers. I asked why they were living in their car. His pride kept the tears from falling as he explained that he was fired from his last job, and they were looking for another.

Pulling front of our apartment the children’s eyes were lit up as they could see my lit up Christmas tree in the window. My wife glanced out the window and seeing that I was home came down to meet me. She told me that she was worried about me coming home so late. I told her that I would explain later, then introduced my passengers and explained to her in the privacy of the kitchen.

We had two extra bedrooms and they were happy to sleep in a warm bed. The next morning I was woken by our children telling me that Santa had come. I got out of bed and was meet with a cup of coffee and a kiss by my wife. I apologized for not being here for Christmas. She looked at me funny as we walked into the living room. I looked under the tree and there seemed to be more gifts then what I though we had bought.

The smell of hot coffee and the noise of the children squealing over the stuff in their stockings caused our guest to join us, with cups in their hands. Their two children walked over to the fireplace and to my and their surprise they had stocking hanging there filled with gifts. I glanced at my wife and she smiled at me. The wives went over to the tree and started pulling out packages from under it. There were gifts for us, and their family. He got up from the couch and looked out the window with tears in his eyes, then asked when I had gotten his car out of the ditch. I walked over and glanced down to his car parked in the driveway next to mine.

My wife handed me a package that had only my name on it. I looked at everyone, then unwrapped it slowly. It was a bottle of Vodka and on the label was marked 12/24/1974 .
and a note attached that said: Merry Christmas, and the Reindeeer do work much better.

I started to laugh when the landlord came up and wished us a Merry Christmas. I looked at everyone as if they were out of their minds. I happened to glance down at my watch and the date Showed December 25th, and it was the correct time. The Landlord talked to our visitors and told them that he was looking for someone to help him at his shop.

Not all spirits are harsh and cold. Some are here to help, and if you ask me if their was a Santa Claus, Well I will tell you a without any doubts that there is!

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