6 Unbelievable Tales Of Nazi Defectors You Never Knew About

Five hundred people caught his drift and fled that night, and although not all of them survived, Plagge's warning almost certainly saved many lives.

Since "flight" didn't seem to be working out for Albert, he began employing his "fight" reflexes instead. Using his name and connections, he secured exit permits for Jews, protected their assets, and even physically removed people from stormtroopers' grips. For most people, that would have been a one-way ticket to murdertown, but despite their political differences, Hermann wouldn't allow Albert to be harmed. They weren't close during this period, and only ever interacted at a handful of what must have been spectacularly awkward family gatherings.

They weren't the only family torn apart by petty disagreements over what races it was okay to exterminate. Reinhard Heydrich was a Nazi SS officer who was basically the architect of the Holocaust. His brother, Heinz, was also an SS officer, but apparently a hopelessly naive one -- after Reinhard's assassination in 1942, Heinz was more than a little shocked by what he found in Reinhard's possessions: files that included horrific details of the Final Solution, of which Heinz had had no knowledge. At the time, Heinz ran a soldiers' newspaper, and with access to high-quality printing equipment, began to immediately print up some very impressive-looking fake passports to help Jews escape to Sweden. Thanks to his last name he got away with it for about two years. He would eventually commit suicide to escape capture by the Gestapo, which is a sad way to go for someone who will forever remain an inspiration to those of us with asshole brothers.

This success seemed to empower him, and he began doing more things to improve the lives of the patients he worked with. He provided them extra food and rest, and otherwise cared for them in a way SS officers normally didn't. More critically, he kept many of his patients alive longer by concocting fake experiments. When speaking about these later in life, Munch commented that, "We thought about it for a while and adopted a method, found a way that was sure to be harmless, was significant, what was sure to be approved by Himmler. He would approve almost anything." Lengthy experiments in a typhus ward don't necessarily sound like fun to us, but maybe they found some way to jazz it up.

By the end of the war, he began getting almost cocky. At one point, when Germany was rapidly losing territory, prisoners were being shuttled around from camp to camp in a process which usually didn't end well for the prisoners. Around this time, Munch suggested to some of his patients that he could lend them spare SS uniforms they could use to escape. Keep in mind, these were people who were worried they were going somewhere worse than Auschwitz, and they still thought his idea was too ballsy. So he dialed it back and merely gave them guns instead.

But that still wasn't enough for the Nazis. (History tip: Nothing is ever enough for the Nazis.) The Germans had always intended to seize the French fleet in Toulon at some point, and when they got wind that the Vichy navy commander was being sweet-talked by the Allies, they figured it was time to get on that. The Vichy naval commanders responded by taking a long drag on their cigarettes and then sinking the entire fleet themselves.

After delaying the Germans at the gates with queries about paperwork, the French sailors began setting off demolition charges, opening sea valves, and otherwise fucking up their precious ships. The Germans began shooting and yelling "Nein!" and doing other German things, even scrambling aboard the sinking vessels, which worked out about as well it sounds like it would. When the smoke cleared, the French had sunk three battleships, seven cruisers, 15 destroyers, 13 torpedo boats, six sloops, 12 submarines, nine patrol boats, 19 auxiliary ships, one school ship, 28 tugs, four cranes, and the hopes and dreams of a little fellow called Adolf Hitler.

If seeing those words mentioned in the context of a Nazi SS officer make you a little wary, you can guess what happened next.

Indeed, Gerstein was soon assigned to deliver toxic gases to concentration camps and inspect the facilities, where he couldn't help but notice a whole lot of people were being killed. Gerstein, to his credit, considered this a bad thing, and began taking what steps he could to prevent it. He would later claim that on at least one occasion, he "lost" a shipment of the toxic gases, and he also began telling as many people as he could about what he'd seen, including church officials, underground resistance fighters, and a Swedish diplomat. Anything he could do to get the word out and stop these atrocities.

Which worked spectacularly, as Germans threw off the cloak of Nazism and rode into the camps on a stampede of unicorns to end the madness.

When the war ended, Gerstein surrendered to the French military, who really only heard the "I participated in genocide" part of his confession and not the "... and I can help you put away the guys who did it" part. He would eventually commit suicide in prison, but not before writing multiple, extensive reports of the gassings, in German and French, just to be super-double-sure that there wouldn't be any more confusion. Those reports proved instrumental during the trials of Nazi war criminals, so if you're keeping track of Gerstein on the big ol' morality scoreboard, he's got a ... well ... slightly better than zero.

When his team of saboteurs reached New York City, Dasch slipped away and called the FBI, warning them of the plot and demanding to speak to J. Edgar Hoover. They, uh, didn't put that call through, but a few days later when he arrived in Washington and called again, they finally got around to looking into it. Dasch spent two days with FBI agents recounting every detail of the plot, and handed over $82,000 in blood money he had been given to carry it out. The FBI soon rounded up the rest of the members of his crew.

Dasch may have been somewhat surprised to discover the FBI wasn't entirely grateful to him; in the newspapers, they took almost all of the credit for the arrests themselves, with little mention of the snitch who handed them the case. Hoover himself was even pushing for a death sentence for Dasch -- which almost every other member of his crew received. The attorney general managed to talk Hoover down to 30 years, and Dasch was eventually pardoned in 1948 and sent back to West Germany. Where -- get this -- he wasn't too popular.

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