June 23, 1948
June 23, 1948Dean was talking on the phone with Sergeant Richards, who assured him Plan B had worked like a charm and two hundred fifty million Deutsche Mark, stamped with a B in blue indelible ink, had made their way safely into the warehouses in Berlin.
“Sir, the banknotes are ready to be distributed whenever you wish,” Richards said.
“I appreciate your hard work. It was a mammoth task.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“If you’re ever looking for a job in Berlin, let me know. We’re always in need of good aviation engineers.”
“I’m honored, sir, but I’m quite happy in Frankfurt and looking forward to returning stateside. Have been wanting to return to college and finally get my degree for a long time.”
Dean ended the call. Sergeant Richards was certainly one of the best men in the E
