Turn Coat
A turncoat
His name was Vidkun Quisling and under the Nazi occupation
of Norway, he declared himself a minister/president that suited
the Germans got him to sign the death sentence papers.
During the Russian revolution, he went there with Fridtjof Nansen
and developed a hatred for the country, nevertheless, he met
and married a woman who turned out to be Jewish.
Everyone pretended she was not: even Wikipedia does not
mention this for obvious reasons.
When peace came, the question was, what to do with Quisling
he was relatively young and risked- if freed- walking down
The Oslo’s Avenue, smelling the roses.
So, he was shot and didn’t beg for mercy.
His resting place is hidden to deter hardened Nazi’s laying
flowers on his grave.
National socialism is not unknown in Norway; there are those
who thinks there is a common thread with the Vikings?
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