One day a young, dark-haired beauty who called herself Mona approached Mr Stivers outside a hotel housing an officers’ club.Experts, at the end of the article, seem to believe the story, albeit cautiously. I, however, am absolutely sure he's telling the truth. Only someone dumb enough to fall for such an obvious ploy in the first place would, after having almost sixty years to mull over the events, wistfully tell the world press: "I guess she used me."
“She asked me what I did, and I told her I was a guard,” Mr Stivers said. She said, ‘Do you get to see all the prisoners?’ ‘Every day,’ I said. The next day I guarded Goering and got his autograph and handed that to her. She told me that she had a friend she wanted me to meet. The following day we went to his house.”
There, Mr Stivers was introduced to two men — “Erich” and “Mathias” — who told him that Goering was “a very sick man” who was not getting the medicine he needed in prison. Twice he took notes to Goering that Erich had hidden in a fountain pen. The third time, Erich put a capsule into the pen.
“He said it was medication, and that if it worked and Goering felt better, they’d send him some more,” Mr Stivers said.
After delivering the “medicine” to the Nazi leader, he returned the pen to the woman.
“I never saw Mona again,” he said.
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