At this point she’d face a better fate just trying to fight back and being shot outright. The horrors she faced before she most likely was tortured/rap3d to death.
The photo shows a female POW that will be killed, and most likely raped and mutilated within a few minutes in accordance to the German view on Flintenweiber.
On June 29, 1941, Günther von Kluge, commander in chief of the German 4th Army, ordered his subordinates: ”Women in uniform are to be shot”.
Walther von Reichenau, commander of the 6th Army, issued an infamous order ”On the treatment of Partisans, Flintenweiber and Political Commissars” in October 1941 that stated that ”degenerate broads made into POWs” were to be executed on the spot.
Ernst hammer, commander of the 75th Infantry Division issued a similar order around the same time stating that ”womenfolk in Russian uniforms are to be shot immediately on principle”.
The 4th Panzer Division had a similar order in effect also from October 1941 that said: ”Insidious and cruel partisans as well as degenerate Flintenweiber don’t belong in a POW camp but hung from the nearest tree.”
Don't get me wrong, the communist regime was indeed shitty to say the least, but it's quite alarming how your mind simply somersaulted the actual context of the photo in favor of going on a "muh Soviet horde" rant. Quite a whobbly pivot.
The Soviet’s defeninetly avenged her after they started conquering territory and the end of the war. An eye for hundreds of thousands of eyes so to speak.
Nazi General Anton Dostler Before His Execution, 1945
He ordered and oversaw the unlawful execution of fifteen captured U.S. soldiers. The soldiers were sent behind the German lines with orders to demolish a tunnel that was being used by the German army as a supply route to the front lines..
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They were captured and upon learning of their mission, Dostler ordered their execution without trial
As well German officers at the 135th Fortress Brigade contacted
Dostler in an attempt to achieve a delay of their execution. Dostler sent another telegram ordering Almers to carry out the execution. Two last attempts were made by the officers at the 135th to stop the execution, including some by telephone, because they knew that executing uniformed prisoners of war was a direct violation of the 1929 Geneva Convention
on Prisoners of War. These efforts were unsuccessful and the 15 Americans were executed on the morning of March 26, 1944, at Punta Bianca south of La Spezia, in the
municipality of Ameglia. Their bodies were buried in a mass grave that was then camouflaged.
In the first Allied War crimes trial, Anton Dostler was accused of carrying out an illegal order. In his defense,
Dostler maintained that he had not issued the order, but had only passed along an order to Colonel Almers from
supreme command, and that the execution of the OSS men was a lawful reprisal. Dostler's plea of superior orders failed because by ordering the execution, he had acted on his own outside the Führer's order
Every hour was cocktail hour at the Garden of Allah, where many of the 20th century's most famous actors and writers indulged for decades in an endless whirl of shameless behaviour.
Hollywood's Hotel Hedonism: It's one of Tinsel Town's last untold stories...how stars from Sinatra to Olivier, Garbo and Monroe indulged their every vice at a VIP hideaway and clothes were not required
Received wisdom was that if you headed to the hotel swimming pool at cocktail hour, you would find most of the stars of Hollywood's golden age assembled in drunken disarray.
If guests weren't already frolicking naked in the water or sneaking off to each other's red-tiled bungalows for illicit entanglements, well, they soon would be.
But then every hour was cocktail hour at the Garden of Allah, where many of the 20th century's most famous actors and writers indulged for decades in an endless whirl of shameless behaviour and Martini-soaked debauchery.
It was Tinsel Town's most tawdry secret, kept hidden from the prying eyes of the busloads of movie fans who turned up outside to ogle the parade of stars going in and out. Even today, its name is little known, and its most salacious episodes forgotten.
For example, an admiring new biography on Ronald Reagan published this week failed to mention once in its 816 pages that, as a young film star, the future U.S. president stayed in this den of iniquity in between marriages and allegedly seduced a string of women. The notorious institution, which was open from 1927 until 1959, may have disappeared into the mists of Tinsel Town history.
But long before the hedonistic excesses of the Playboy Mansion and the infamously louche modern celebrity hangout, the Chateau Marmont Hotel, there was only one place to go if you were a celebrity looking for the sort of lifestyle that neither your spouse, nor your public, could ever hear about.
For decades, the Garden was not so much a hotel as one very long house party — one where every vice was allowed to flower.
And it's easier to say who didn't check in at the Garden rather than who did.
Humphrey Bogart, Frank Sinatra, Laurence Olivier, Greta Garbo and Orson Welles were among the actors who lived there.
Writers included F. Scott Fitzgerald, W. Somerset Maugham, Dorothy Parker and Ernest Hemingway. Marlene Dietrich liked to swim naked in the pool, while Errol Flynn would pounce on every beauty who so much as dipped her toe in it.
The hotel residents, however, were unshockable — even after tumbling fully-clothed into the swimming pool, as they frequently did while stumbling from party to party
America's most unconventional hotel started life in 1918, when the silent screen star Alla Nazimova bought a 99-year lease on a 40-room Spanish-style house at 8152 Sunset Boulevard
In later years, Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield could be found on the Garden's sunken dancefloor in a haze of cannabis smoke.
There were rumours of parties that turned into orgies and revelry that wasn't just immoral, but often illegal.
Sadly, history doesn't record the name of the Broadway actress who answered her bungalow door to a telegram delivery boy while completely naked except for a pet monkey perched on her shoulder. The mortified boy shoved the telegram into the monkey's paw and fled.
The hotel residents, however, were unshockable — even after tumbling fully-clothed into the swimming pool, as they frequently did while stumbling from party to party.
Although there were few guests who didn't indulge in the hard partying, the Garden was also a place to soak up the creativity almost oozing out of the stucco walls.
A sanctuary not only for actors and writers but also musicians, you could walk around and hear not only the clack of typewriters, but also jazz king Benny Goodman practising in one villa and classical composer Sergei Rachmaninov working in another.
America's most unconventional hotel started life in 1918, when the silent screen star Alla Nazimova bought a 99-year lease on a 40-room Spanish-style house at 8152 Sunset Boulevard. It was surrounded by three-and-a-half acres of lush garden full of fruit trees and tropical plants.
In those days, Hollywood was still in its infancy and Sunset Boulevard just an unpaved dirt road.
The sultry Nazimova built a large swimming pool — designed in the shape of the Black Sea, to remind her of her native Crimea — and it was one of the first ever to be lit underwater. That would come in useful later.
Original scale model of Hollywood's notorious 'Garden of Allah'
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Francis Bushman and his wife at Garden of Allah closing party in Hollywood, pictured in August 1959
Guests who came to stay at her home included the silver screen stars Charlie Chaplin, Douglas Pickford and Rudolph Valentino, who would ride over on horseback from the Paramount studios.
But the bisexual Nazimova was more interested in her lady visitors, who gathered around her pool for what she called 'sewing circles' — otherwise known as lesbian orgies. Looking for a steady income in retirement, she borrowed a small fortune ($1.5 million at the time) to convert her estate into a hotel, building 25 Spanish-style bungalows in the grounds around the pool and mansion.
The Garden of Alla Hotel opened for business in 1927 but, unable to charge enough to meet its costs, went bankrupt within a year and was sold to a syndicate of local businessmen. They added an 'h' to the name — which had nothing to do with Islam, but was taken from the title of a novel.
Nazimova stayed on in her apartment, still holding her poolside lesbian soirees for friends, who reportedly included Dietrich and Garbo.
The Garden was perfectly suited for clandestine night-time activities as it had a string of entrances and exits. The songwriter Cole Porter was just one of the secretly homosexual guests who would smuggle lovers into his villa at night.
The original hotel brochure, sent out to the studios with the hope they would install their stars there, promised an 'atmosphere of exclusive refinement'.
It was certainly exclusive. Only successful, creative people were allowed to stay there, and the casual riff-raff were kept out by guards who had a fearsome dog dubbed the 'Hound of the Baskervilles'.
But it was not exactly refined. The Garden was always a favourite with British actors, coming out to make their name in Hollywood.
A group of particularly impoverished Englishmen were quartered in the servants' rooms and — kitted out with Old Etonian ties and Oxbridge blazers, none of which they had a right to wear — earned their keep by entertaining the residents with tales of the British Empire.
The Garden's reputation for wanton sexual behaviour really took off with the arrival in 1933 of the bombshell actress and notorious libertine Tallulah Bankhead. Like Nazimova — her idol since childhood — Bankhead swung both ways. Barbara Stanwyck and Joan Crawford were among the actresses she reportedly seduced in her Garden villa.
As for her male conquests, a young Gary Cooper was glimpsed one night running naked to Bankhead's villa.
The Garden was perfectly suited for clandestine night-time activities as it had a string of entrances and exits
Meanwhile, the early Tarzan star Johnny Weissmuller was said to have made her a 'very satisfied Jane' in the hotel pool. Garden residents loved to jump into it in the winter in full evening dress and splash around.
On another occasion, fellow guests were woken one morning by the sound of Bankhead and Weissmuller, evidently back from a party, jumping in off the pool's high diving board.
The actress, weighed down in a heavily beaded dress and diamonds, dropped like a stone to the bottom of the pool, where she managed to shed all her clothes, emerging completely naked.
'Everyone's been dying to see my body,' she gasped. 'Now they can.'
So much of the hotel's socialising — printable and unprintable — revolved around the Black Sea-shaped pool. There was always someone ravishing to seduce or, at least, ogle.
A guest recalled a swimsuited Grace Kelly sitting and blandly discussing the colour of her lipstick and nail varnish, surrounded by a cluster of smitten young men hanging on her every word.
The Australian-born film director John Farrow — father of the actress Mia — loved to lounge on the pool diving board, showing off the tattoo protruding from his tight swimming trunks. It was a snake, tattooed on the inside of his left thigh, and, needless to say, looked as if it was slithering out from his crotch.
The inveterate womaniser Errol Flynn initially shared a villa with British star David Niven, but liked to return to the Garden in between marriages so he could misbehave freely.
Flynn had a particular seduction technique at the Garden — his villa faced the pool and, every morning, his secretary would place a bottle of champagne with two glasses on a table beside the prettiest female sunbather.
The actor would later emerge looking immaculate and ask the lucky girl if she would share the bottle with him. Veteran residents liked to bet how long it would take him to lure the woman back to his villa.
The Marx Brothers provided more comedy when they stayed at the Garden. Harpo recalled being kept awake by Rachmaninov, who would insist on playing the piano at midnight.
The comic finally hit back, waking at 5am, opening all his windows, and hammering out on his own piano the first four bars of Rachmaninov's Prelude In C Sharp Minor, over and over for two hours. Rachmaninov reportedly complained bitterly, but agreed to move bungalows.
No one stayed at the Garden for the usual hotel perks. Infested by rats which nested in the palm trees, it always had a shabby feel.
The Garden of Alla Hotel opened for business in 1927 but, unable to charge enough to meet its costs, went bankrupt within a year and was sold to a syndicate of local businessmen
The food was dreadful, the service pretty much nonexistent and the bungalow walls so thin, you could hear your neighbours' conversations. Guests admitted that was sometimes part of the attraction.
'Nothing interrupted the continual tumult that was life at the Garden of Allah,' wrote a columnist guest named Lucius Beebe.
'Now and then, the men in white came with a van and took someone away, or bankruptcy or divorce or even a jail claimed a participant in its strictly unstately saranbands [dances]. But no one paid any mind.'
Stars often came in between marriages, or to avoid their spouses. Humphrey Bogart stayed there with various lovers, including Lauren Bacall.
He and Bacall were once attacked in their Garden villa by his estranged third wife, the actress Mayo Methot, who could become deranged when drunk. Fellow guests rushed out to watch the fun as bottles flew and furniture was smashed. Bacall escaped out of the back door, while Methot chased Bogart around the villa armed with a kitchen knife.
Very occasionally, marriages were made, rather than broken, at the hotel — Frank Sinatra met his future wife, Ava Gardner, when they stayed in adjoining bungalows.
The life and soul of the Garden party scene was a gregarious writer and humorist named Robert Benchley, a guest who became so drunk that, it was said, a friend used to trundle him between the parties in a wheelbarrow.
When F. Scott Fitzgerald, another Garden habitué, warned Benchley drink was a 'slow death', he shot back: 'That's all right. I'm in no hurry.'
Benchley's bosom pal and former lover was the rather more waspish wit Dorothy Parker.
She lived at the Garden while working as a Hollywood screenwriter, her villa frequently visited by ambulance crews after the manic depressive put her head in the oven or slashed her wrists (although always, said cynics, first warning a friend of her intentions).
Scott Fitzgerald moved into the Garden for a few months in 1937 during his third and final attempt to make it in Hollywood. The author of The Great Gatsby was trying to stay sober at the time, so he couldn't have chosen a worse new home.
An alcoholic since his student days, he was soon back on the bottle and, three years later, died of a heart attack at the nearby home of his girlfriend, Sheilah Graham.
Even World War II didn't dampen the Garden's non-stop party spirit. But after its two guiding lights, Benchley and Nazimova, died in 1945, the world's most riotous hotel went into gradual decline.
Drugs replaced drink as the poison of choice, villas were robbed and prostitutes crowded out the bar. Guests now included Virginia Hill, a notorious gangsters' moll who reportedly blackmailed several Hollywood celebrities she seduced at the Garden.
Ronald Reagan moved there in 1948 after the failure of his first marriage to the actress Jane Wyman. Nancy Reagan's biographer, Kitty Kelley, claimed the future U.S. president bedded so many women that he later told a friend: 'I woke up one morning and I couldn't remember the name of the gal I was in bed with.'
Others insist, however, that the actor was simply looking for companionship in his loneliness. If so, he was definitely in the minority among the Garden's guests.
The hotel always struggled to make much of a profit. By the end of the Fifties, the stars had gravitated to smarter, more luxurious hotels.
The Garden closed its doors for the last time in August 1959, throwing a huge farewell party to which a thousand people turned up.
Before it was bulldozed to make way for a business centre, auctioneers did a roaring trade selling off the old beds. Every buyer was quietly assured that theirs had been owned by Errol Flynn.
The wild spirits who lived so riotously at the Garden of Allah would have been proud.
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