but not Hitler's Son
Mum who was recently 95 let it slip while talking to a doctor that she was Hitler's lover and when talking to me she said she spent 1938 on the Moon with Hitler and then went to Mars to have me.
I was in London during the Blitz and recall the fall of what turned out to be a V2 that blew in the window and put glass on me and we sheltered in a Morrison table shelter.
But I do recall being on Mars in the panoramic restaurant where huge picture windows with 4" thick plate glass gave views of the Martian desert. This place is the Mars base near the face on mars. This went up in 1970 as a memorial to a German Astronaught and is Hitler's mausoleum.
I was last on Mars Base when I was 7.
However Maia and I went there in 1998 or so and we left our Kingston University ID cards stuck (blu-tac) on the American rover that is stuck next to the rock yogi on Mars and if the yanks switch on the camera and look at the calibration chart our ID cards with our photos are there right beside each other near where we stood together on Mars.
Jerry is still there and there is a king on Mars now, probably my elder half brother since my dad has been shown to be Mr Strevens an English man that she married, however mum has indicated by signs (she looked at me when she said she had given Hitler a son) that I am in fact Hitler's son, he had a family of several children and two of them and an adopted sister are on Mars.
My birth certificate says Mr Strevens (staff sergeant) was dad and that I was born in 1942 in Wimbledon. I will never know, but if I was born in 1939 or 1940 then I am 67 and not 65 and should have retired.
Genetic tests indicate that I am closely related to my Brother nearly identical male chromosome and he is known to be Mr Strevens son.
So I am not Hitler's Son.
Chris.