#27 – The Hitler Werewolf Murders, Leo Kessler BOOK REVIEW      
Krauser PUA | February 28, 2018 | by krauserpua
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[Hitler Werewolf Murders]

World War 2 wasn’t all fun and games, you know. I know it seemed
like a great laugh, putting on your great coat, climbing into a tank,
and blowing shit up. Frankly, I think I’d have a whale of a time.
Thing is, I’d want to do it like I do _Call Of Duty_ and set all the
bots to recruit difficulty and have fast regenerating health.

I picked up Guy Sager’s memoir of war on the Eastern Front, _The
Forgotten Soldier_, and got a quarter of the way through before
thinking fuck this, it’s boring. Lots of tragedy and precious little
fun. So instead I pull this gem from my bookcase.

Werewolves, you say? Surely you’re familiar with the werewolf women
on the SS

No? How about the famous werewolf biker gangs of California?

It pains me to crush your dreams, but the werewolves of this Leo
Kessler book are not shape-shifting lycanthropes but rather it’s
just a tough-sounding name for a squad of assassins trained up by the
SS in 1945 in a last-gasp bid to stave off Allied invasion _[1]_

Leo Kessler was an odd sort. He jumped on the SVEN HASSEL WWII
bandwagon to write lurid adventure stories of German troops full of
drinking, officer baiting, wenching, and hellish battles against the
Russians. None of these bandwagon hoppers were real, by the way. Wolf
Kruger the retired German assault captain was actually Iron
Maiden-loving English horror writer SHAUN HUTSON. I found out Leo
Kessler’s real identity in the Newcastle branch of a the Child
Support Agency _[2]_. The woman across the desk saw me pull out a
Kessler paperback at lunchtime and commented:

“I know him. He’s my uncle”

Turns out his real name is CHARLES WHITING and he’s a former
military historian. I’ve got no idea if he’s a good one. When you
read books like _The Hitler Werewolf Murders_ it’s not the historic
accuracy that drives you. Consider this passage:

> Otto took off his leather flying helmet and clambered out of his
> seat. He staggered back to where they sat on their parachutes in the
> captured American bomber and, shouting above the roar of the
> engines, said: “Buckle on your chutes! Ten minutes to the DZ –
> dropping zone!”
> They nodded and rose to their feet, including the woman.
> She wasn’t pretty, but he knew under her bulky overall, she had a
> nice pair of tits. [page 4]

The assassination squad is thus parachuted behind American lines
tasked with murdering a local collaborator in the German town. A bit
later the woman has infiltrated the collaborator’s house on a
reconnaissance.

> She knocked on the door. There was the sound of footsteps. The door
> squeaked open. A pretty, dark-haired woman of her own age stood
> there. “Sie wunschen?” she asked politely.
> Behind the maid there was a full-length mirror and she caught a
> glimpse of herself: tall, erect and those big breasts of hers
> straining to burst out of the poor synthetic material of her
> pullover. [page 14]

After the murder is committed, the Werewolf team is broken up by
on-rushing sentries and the woman escapes into back streets then the
next day she looks to hitch a ride out of town.

> On the first leg of her journey she had been picked up in a jeep by
> a callow young Belgian soldier who had eyed those splendid breasts
> of hers as he had braked to a stop. [page 39]

Things turn out bad as she fails to pass a military checkpoint and is
arrested in the ensuing chase through a forest. Finally, she’s held
in interrogation at an American base.

> He swaggered off, leaving the two of them to stare at the woman, who
> had risen from her wooden stool in the corner of the makeshift cell.
> She was a big sturdy woman in her mid-twenties, with enormous,
> proudly jutting breasts and a pale, defiant face.” [page
> 50] [3]

Lest you think this is all about admiring the decolletage of buxom
Nazi wenches, there is some story here. The Werewolves murder a half
dozen collaborators so the military police of the occupying Americans
is tasked with tracking down the killers. They discover there’s a
training camp on the German side in a hillside castle, the Werewolf
HQ. So a commando raid is planned using newly-formed SAS troopers and
it all ends in a bloody catastrophe for both sides. Think of it like
_The Dirty Dozen_ or _Inglorious Bastards_ with bigger tits.

I neither recommend nor warn against this book. It’s exactly what it
sounds like and canters along at a fair pace with the usual lashings
of banter, sex, and violence. It lacks the hard-bitten edge of Sven
Hassel, feeling somewhat more comical. And if you can’t be bothered,
try watching this for the same vibe.

[Ilsa She Wolf of the SS]
They made three sequels

_If you like chasing after big-breasted wenches and fancying yourself
as a member of an underground secret society, you are probably itching
for a copy of Daygame Infinite
[https://krauserpua.com/2017/12/29/daygame-infinite-buy-it-here/]which
can be obtained by clicking here and sending me a pack of Ami
cigarettes and three crates of 20mm ammunition for an anti-aircraft
quad-cannon._

[1] I have no idea if there really existed such a squad outside of Leo
Kessler’s mind. He wrote histories of the Werewolves under his real
name
[https://books.google.co.uk/books/about/Werewolf.html?id=fGEMAAAACAAJ&redir_esc=y&hl=en].
We can certainly hope.
[2] Long story, but I was there to do a few day’s work in the back
office. Nothing to do with my own bastard kids, should I have any
[3] Big tits and mid-twenties birds. Love it.
 
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