Lotte sat in the transmission room in the building next to the Oberfeldkommandantur, the German Wehrmacht headquarters in Warsaw. She’d practiced hard to master the Morse code during her training, but real -life transmission was a different monster. During the first week of work, she left the transmission room every day with a pounding head and bleeding fingers.
Oberfeldkommandantur“School was so much easier,” she complained to Gerlinde, who occupied the workstation beside hers, during a break.
“I know…it was like twenty minutes of Morse work and then something else. Not eight hours straight like here. My first week was brutal, but you’ll get used to it. I promise.”
Just as Gerlinde had predicted, in the second week work had already become a challenging but manageable task. Over the wee
