Free The Redhunter by William F. Buckley

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     escaped. Most were refugees from the Soviet army. Hitler had run deep intoSoviet territory until he was stopped at Stalingrad. Behind him, over the six-hundred-mile stretch of territory he had overrun,
     he left scores of thousands of prisoners. In the turmoil and cold and hungry desperation, many escaped the German camps and
     made their way not to the east, to penetrate the fluctuating Nazi-Soviet war line, but instead went west, seeking relief both
     from the native despot in Moscow and the German despot in Berlin. They were Ukrainians, Poles, East Germans: men fleeing by
     whatever means the westbound Communist juggernaut, scurrying past the Polish-Soviet border into central Germany. Captain Pelikan
     from G2 explained to the officers of Harry’s regiment at one of the weekly information sessions that Washington and London
     were bound by promises made at the wartime Yalta and Potsdam conferences. The Geneva agreement of 1929 acknowledged a right
     of prisoners of war to refuse repatriation, but these refugees were not protected formally because they were not in uniform.
     It was widely predicted that Stalin would deal cruelly with the soldiers. Stalin didn’t need reasons to send millions to Gulag
     and death. He had, this time around, reasons that satisfied him and everyone who surrounded him, who labored mightily to satisfy
     Stalin. It was only left to General Eisenhower and General Montgomery, the principal military representatives of the United
     States and Great Britain, to maneuver as they could. The sole instrument left to Allies reluctant to send the Russians back
     home to possible torture and death was what Churchill had dubbed the “apparatus of delay.”
    “They’re trying to find a way out,” Captain Pelikan explained. “Meanwhile, we have to keep them here.”
    Harry wrote to his mother,
    When they’re sent back, according to Doc Chadinoff, they’re declared either traitors for having a) pulled out of the Soviet
     military, or b) dodged the Soviet draft. Or c) they are people who gave aid to the occupying enemy. Or d) they were Russian
     prisoners of war who, under Nazi control, were exposed to dangerous ideas.
    Whatever. They are enemies of the state and will be treated as such. Out of curiosity, Mom, is anybody over there talking
     about these people? “ … What did you do in the war, Harry?” “Well, I helped win it and later made goddamn sure that every
     Russian I wasin charge of would be returned to the Soviet Union. You see, the Russians had unfilled concentration camps and idle executioners.”
     I sound bitter, Mom? Actually, we haven’t given up hope. Write your Congressman. Though I guess that won’t do much if Vito
     Marcantonio is still Manhattan’s man in Congress. I can’t even remember whether in the last election our fellow voters reelected
     Mr. Communist Party-liner. We’ll see.
    Yes, Mom, I already told you I sent in the application form for Columbia. We’ll know in a couple of weeks. I got to go to
     chow. Now, in case you forget the aphorisms of Dr. Johnson in the book you sent me, Johnson said, “I look upon it, that he
     who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.”
    All love from Harry
    He could see her getting the letter and reading it in the hallway of the brownstone on the West Side. (Cold? Probably—heating
     fuel was still rationed at home, he knew.) He felt a quite sudden, near-mutinous urge to go home, to leave this bloody, disheveled
     Europe. But he could wait it out. He was scheduled for release in a matter of weeks. Maybe he’d be with his mother for … the
     ides of March? Was he conceived on the ides of whenever it was, nine months before his birthday? It must have been very romantic,
     the situation back then, Mom and Whoever it was who didn’t have a-zoo-spermia. Harry had committed the word to memory, but
     had to spell it out for himself when, which granted wasn’t often, he thought to summon it up. He wondered