Hide and Seek: The Irish Priest in the Vatican who Defied the Nazi Command. The dramatic true story of rivalry and survival during WWII.

Hide and Seek: The Irish Priest in the Vatican who Defied the Nazi Command. The dramatic true story of rivalry and survival during WWII.
Stephen Walker

Irish Sunday Times BestsellerA true story of war, peace and friendship: a Nazi colonel and an Irish priestThe story begins in Rome at the outbreak of WWII, when ardent Nazi Herbert Kappler, SS Obersturmbanführer, and Monsignor Hugh O'Flaherty would become adversaries in a real-life game of 'cat and mouse' of epic proportions. Hide and Seek chronicles the intimate and intensely personal war between them. A fiercely fought rivalry that would culminate in failed attempts by Kappler to kidnap and then murder his Irish opponent.In July 1943 Rome was bombed for the first time during the war. As the swastika flew above the city, it was a time of fear, and a moment of choice: collaborate and compromise, or resist and revolt. O'Flaherty decided to quietly resist and fight the new rulers.Dubbed 'Ireland's Oscar Schindler', he masterminded a large-scale operation from within the Vatican, to help Jews and escaped Allied prisoners on the run from the Nazis. He used a series of safe houses and church buildings and sheltered around 500 Jews in the Holy See, and it is believed that sanctuary was found for some 4000 Jews across Rome, and 4000 Allied escapees.After the Resistance killed 32 German soldiers in a bombing, Hitler was enraged, and declared that he wanted a revenge attack to "make the world tremble". He instructed Kappler to draw up plans. Eventually, 335 people would be executed in the Ardeatine Caves, a labyrinth of tunnels outside the city. The massacre would become the worst atrocity committed on Italian soil during WWII.Kappler's handiwork would remain secret until Rome was liberated by the Allies in June 1944. The Nazi Colonel was found guilty on all the charges relating to the caves massacre. He was sentenced to life imprisonment with no parole. Amazingly, O'Flaherty would continue his relationship with Kappler, going to see his former rival in prison. The discussions of the two men would become intense and searching, and a friendship grew between them. In later life, after much soul-searching Kappler became a Catholic, and was baptised by the Irish Monsignor.

STEPHEN WALKER

HIDE & SEEK

THE IRISH PRIEST IN THE VATICAN WHO DEFIED

THE NAZI COMMAND

THE DRAMATIC TRUE STORY OF RIVALRY

AND SURVIVAL DURING WWII

Contents

Cover (#udd91c991-5d9f-5934-843e-e0e25598fdf4)

Title Page (#ue2c36ce8-04e4-5f2c-9f42-cdf862e0e2c0)

Prologue

Chapter 1 - APPOINTMENT TO KILL

Chapter 2 - DESTINATION ITALY

Chapter 3 - ROME IS HOME

Chapter 4 - SECRETS AND SPIES

Chapter 5 - THE END OF MUSSOLINI

Chapter 6 - OPERATION ESCAPE

Chapter 7 - OCCUPATION

Chapter 8 - TARGET O’FLAHERTY

Chapter 9 - CLOSING THE NET

Chapter 10 - RAIDS AND ARRESTS

Chapter 11 - RESISTANCE AND REVENGE

Chapter 12 - MASSACRE

Chapter 13 - CLAMPDOWN

Chapter 14 - LIBERATION

Chapter 15 - CONVICTION AND CONVERSION

Chapter 16 - KERRY CALLING

Chapter 17 - DEAR HERBERT

Chapter 18 - THE GREAT ESCAPE

Chapter 19 - GOODBYE

Chapter 20 - ROME REVISITED

Picture Section

Notes and Sources

Index

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_e538a8da-698f-5eee-a227-6461429bc4b2)

14 August 1977

At the military hospital everything was quiet. In the small hours those tasked with watching the patients had little to do. During the day the building was a different place. Then, the corridors and rooms which looked out towards the Colosseum were alive with the sound of people. At night the atmosphere seemed almost reverential and, for those watching the clock until the sun rose, the pace of life was slow.

It was a holiday week in August. From the windows of the complex on the Caelian Hill, night staff could look down on the lights of Rome. The city beneath was asleep, unaware of the drama that was about to unfold.

After midnight, in a room on the third floor, Anneliese, a blonde-haired woman, was spending time with her elderly husband, who was being treated for cancer. The pair were about to embark on the most dramatic hours of their married lives.

For a few moments they stood by the open window. Outside, apart from the sound of an occasional passing car, the night was still. Then the plan began in earnest. Carefully Anneliese manoeuvred her frail husband, dressed in his best suit, towards the doorway. He was skeletal, weighing not much more than seven stone.

Gently she shuffled him across the floor holding his arm as they moved towards the landing. Weeks of planning were now at risk as she made her way down to the ground floor. Holding him close, Anneliese helped her husband negotiate each step. On the ground floor the guard was not around so they quickly made their way outside. Then they made their way to a hire car which had been parked close to the building. She told him to get into the back of the car and lie down and when he was inside she covered him with a blanket.

She put her bags in the car alongside some fresh flowers, turned on the car stereo, lit a cigarette, and drove slowly to the main gate. With her passenger well hidden, she approached the security barrier, the sounds of the radio filling the air. Her early-morning departure did little to raise suspicions. The staff were used to seeing her coming and going at all hours, and she had built up a friendly rapport with most of the hospital workers. She had planned everything and as usual had left a bottle of good German wine for one of the guards. She had also told the gate staff what time she would be leaving. If she could make her visit seem normal she knew her plan had a good chance of succeeding.

In her husband’s empty bed a pillow had been placed strategically to fool anyone who might casually glance through the window of his room. A note handwritten in Italian, saying, ‘Please not disturb me before 10 a.m.’ was stuck on his door. The instruction was intended to ward off enquiring nurses and buy much-needed escape time. A friendly guard approached the car, as he often did when he saw Frau Kappler. He stopped to practise his German, smiled, and began talking. Another soldier, keen to while away the boredom of night duty, sauntered over for a chat.

On any other night the visitor would have relished the conversation. Tonight was different. Even though she was in a hurry and nervous, she knew she had to remain calm. However, the guards were in no hurry to wave her on. Had they spotted something? Would they suddenly decide to search the car? Had someone seen her husband escape and tipped them off?

Anneliese desperately wanted to leave quickly and told the guards she was in a hurry because she needed to get some medicine. At last the barrier was opened. She drove away from the hospital along Via Druso and past the ruins of the ancient baths. Rome was quiet. She stopped briefly and asked her husband if he was all right. ‘Yes, everything is fine,’ came the muffled reply. There was little traffic and she quickly made for the Grand Hotel. There she met her son. She led him to the back of the car and for the first time in his life he saw his stepfather as a free man.