Padlocked is an epic historical and visionary novel that follows the lives of a group of ordinary people who find themselves in extraordinary, life-altering circumstances as Nazi Germany invades Poland in 1939.Two foreign photojournalists, an American and a Spaniard, are trapped between armies at Festungsfront Oder-Warthe-Bogen, along Poland’s western border with Germany. It is Hank’s last overseas assignment, and he’s been counting the days until he can go home to North Carolina to be with his family. Rafe fled Spain after the dictator, Francisco Franco, targeted his family. The experience changed him, and he now sees the rise of fascism in Europe as a battle between good and evil. They will find themselves embedded with the Polish, Nazi, and Soviet forces at varying times, forcing them to face moral and ethical decisions in their struggles to survive.
A young woman is separated from her sister in Warsaw as the Nazis encircle it. Agata made a vow that she would return to take Elsa to safety, but soldiers and barbed wire prevent her from entering the newly established Jewish sector. She is consumed with guilt over their separation, and when she discovers her sister was taken by train to a work camp near Krakow, she navigates her dangerous, war-torn country in search of her. Her quest will force her to confront a Hell on Earth to find her.
A young man joins the Jungdeutsche Partei, or the Young German Party. Once bullied as a child, Max’s new affiliations promote him to a position where he can dictate life or death and settle scores. In order to thrive under Nazi occupation, he makes daily choices that legitimize brutality and erode humanitarian principles and scruples.
While they don’t know one another at the start of their journeys, each will make decisions that have the power to transform them and place them on paths that ultimately converge on January 27, 1945, as the 60th Army of the First Ukrainian Front opened the gates to Auschwitz-Birkenau for all the world to witness.
This is ultimately a story about the strength of love, courage, faith, and resilience in the face of unimaginable hatred and obsession with power, and how every decision we make places us further along specific paths.
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All the places mentioned in Padlocked are real locations, including Guernica, Spain, and the following locations in Poland: Bedzin, Oswiecim, Warsaw, and Auschwitz-Birkenau.
In one of the first chapters, two main characters, Hank and Rafe, are working as photojournalists along the border of Poland and Germany when the Nazis invade. Their location, Festungsfront Oder-Warthe-Bogen, is real and today a museum and tourist site. It was considered one of the most technologically advanced fortifications constructed by the Third Reich. It was built between 1934 and 1938 along the German-Polish border under the pretext of protecting Germany from Polish and Soviet invasions. It was captured by the Soviets in 1945, and only then did the full extent of the fortifications become clear. The central section, called the Boryszyn Loop, was up to 130 feet deep, contained twenty miles of tunnels, and even included a railway station, engine rooms, and barracks. The tunnels even had electricity, including an extensive electric light system.
Adolf Hitler visited the site in 1935, impressed by the advanced technology used in its construction. When Nazi Germany invaded Poland in 1939, the extensive network of tunnels and over one hundred pillboxes kept the build-up and initial advance underground and more secretive.
Oddly, it took only three days of fighting for the Soviets to capture it in 1945. This was partly due to the fortifications becoming undermanned in the waning months of the war as Nazi troops were deployed elsewhere.
Although the Red Army blew up much of the fortification to prevent its future use, parts of the Festungsfront Oder-Warthe-Bogen, located within Polish borders since the end of World War II, are open to the public today as tourist attractions. It is now one of the 10 largest hibernation sites for bats in Europe, housing approximately 40,000 bats across 12 species.
Visitors to the site can tour a museum that houses a variety of exhibits on the engineering and technological aspects of the tunnels and their historical significance during World War II. If you plan a trip to Poland, some of the tunnels are open to visitors during the summer months. They are closed in the winter to protect the bats, and bat doors have been installed that keep people out while allowing the bats to move freely in and out of the tunnels. The short tour takes about 1.5 hours, while the long tour takes almost 3 hours. The closest town, should you want to visit, is Miedzyrzecz.
Max was unprepared for the pandemonium as he stepped outside the building. He supposed it made sense as he could hear the voices from his office even if he hadn’t been able to make out the words. Still, it was jarring to see people who would normally walk with controlled purpose now rushing this way and that, as though the sky were falling. It made him hasten his steps, his heartbeat quickening as he joined the throngs. Many stopped along the way to cheer on the passing army vehicles, but he dodged around them, eager to get his book and get back to work. He didn’t want the soldiers to give his office to anyone else in his absence.
“Max! Max!”
At the sound of his name, he almost hid, thinking his ruse was discovered, but he quickly realized the voice was female. His eyes darted around the crowded faces. After a moment, the horde parted, and Stella rushed through to him.
“They’re on our doorstep!” she shouted excitedly. Her face was aglow, and he wanted nothing more than to scoop her into his arms and kiss her.
But, as others glanced their way, he grabbed her hand and led her to a quieter area. “Stop smiling,” he directed, swinging her around to face him.
“Why?” she demanded.
“They are not here yet. Do you want the Polish Army to pick you up?”
“Why would they? I have done nothing wrong.”
“Oh? Now that they are here and we are locked in a battle with them, you and I are collaborators.”
“Huh! That is not true.”
“Isn’t it?”
“It is not. We knew nothing of their plans to invade. We only know that we like their system of government.”
“And you don’t think they are here to change our system of government to their own?”
“Isn’t it exciting?”
“Stop it, I say. Stop it!” Max wiped his forehead. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“The shop where I worked closed.”
“Closed? Why?”
Stella shrugged. “Excitement. Fear. Maybe a little of both.” She peered at him, her eyes narrowing. “Why are you here and not in the mayor’s office? I would have thought you’d be very busy there.”
“I am very busy.” He pulled at his suit jacket as if straightening it. “I have been promoted.”
“Promoted! To what?”
“I am now a liaison to the military.”
“The Polish military?”
“Do you see another here?” He waved his hand toward the tanks passing by them.
“What are you doing for them?” she breathed, her brow furrowing.
“English translation.”
“You don’t speak English!”
“How do you know that? I do, actually. And I am on a mission, and you are delaying me.”
“Be that way, then.” She pouted briefly before adding, “What will you do when the Nazis arrive in BΔdzin?”
“How do you know that they will?”
She shrugged. “I am hedging my bets.”
“For right this moment, today, I am a military liaison. That is all I know for now.” He waved as though pushing her away. “Now, go.”
As she started to leave him, he pulled her back into an embrace and kissed her. Startled, he thought she might pull away, but she didn’t. She leaned into him, her tongue flicking inside his mouth and her body pressing against him. She smelled of flowers and musk, and he held her more tightly as he inhaled her essence. Then she abruptly stepped back. “Call on me later,” she said, “when you are no longer working your military liaison shift.”
Then she was gone, as if she had never been there; her petite figure disappeared among the taller men and women crowding the sidewalk. He stared in the direction she’d gone, but when he didn’t spot her among the cluster of people, he turned back in the direction of home.
My full name is Patricia McClelland Terrell, and I have been writing under the pen name p.m.terrell ever since a publisher presented me with my first fiction book cover. The graphic designer had also entered my name in lower-case letters; my editor hated it, and I loved it. It’s been p.m.terrell ever since.I began writing when I was nine years old, inspired by a schoolteacher and elementary school principal. Scott-Foresman published my first book, a computer instructional for universities, in 1984. Scott-Foresman, Dow-Jones (Richard D. Irwin branch), Palari Publishing, Paralee Press, and Drake Valley Press have published 27 books to date.
Before embarking on a full-time writing career, I founded McClelland Enterprises, Inc., in the Washington, D.C., area in 1984, specializing in workplace computer instruction. I opened another business, Continental Software Development Corporation, in 1994, which focused on custom application development, programming, website design and development, and cybersecurity.
I was honored to be the first female President of the Chesterfield County/Colonial Heights Crime Solvers. Since moving to North Carolina, I served on the boards of the Robeson County Friends of the Library and the Robeson County Arts Council.
I launched The Book ‘Em Foundation with Waynesboro, Virginia, Police Officer Mark Kearney, and assisted in Virginia, New Hampshire, and South Carolina events before establishing the Annual Book ‘Em North Carolina Writers Conference and Book Fair, chairing it for several years before turning it over to Robeson Community College in Lumberton, NC.
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