In June of 1945, a striking letter arrived at the home of three-year-old Dennis Helms in Washington, written on a sheet of Adolf Hitler’s letterhead. It had been penned by Dennis’ father, Lt. Richard Helms, an intelligence operative with the Office of Strategic Services who, following Germany’s surrender the month before, had managed to acquire some of the recently-deceased Nazi leader’s stationery from the Reich Chancellery. He then wrote to his son. Richard Helms later became Director of the CIA; his letter to Dennis now resides in their museum in Virginia.
The man who might have written on this card once controlled Europe — three short years ago when you were born. Today he is dead, his memory despised, his country in ruins. He had a thirst for power, a low opinion of man as an individual, and a fear of intellectual honesty. He was a force for evil in the world. His passing, his defeat — a boon to mankind. But thousands died that it might be so. The price for ridding society of bad is always high.