A veteran of the First World War, an excellent pilot, the second face of the state and a complete morphinist. Contrary to expectations, Hermann got hooked on the needle not on the fields of the first grandfather, but after the Veltkrieg. Goering was one of the main participants of the beer putsch on 9 November 1923. This putsch, as we know, ended unsuccessfully. Largely due to the marksmanship of the police, who stood in the way of the putschists in Berlin.
In a shootout with law enforcement officials Goering was particularly ‘lucky’, he got as many as two bullets. One in the upper part of the right thigh, well, it's okay. But the other stupid one went straight into his groin. I believe that you people are smart and I will not have to specify where exactly is the ‘groin’ and what happens to it when it collides with a bullet. By the way, the bullets were not ordinary bullets, but with ‘dirt’ and accordingly later there was infection, a very painful process.
So, bleeding Göring was taken from the street, where the shooting was going on, to the first house. Fortune apparently decided to mock humanity a little, because in this very house lived Elsa Ballin, a nurse, not just a nurse, but also a Jew. Despite the fact that Elsa knew who Göring was and what views the Nazis professed, she, apparently following the oath she had once taken, treated the severe wounds as best she could and helped to bring the patient to the hospital. It is safe to say that if not for Elsa's help, Göring would have died back in 1923. By the way, Goring will not forget the Ballin family and their mercy will still arouse them, but more about that later.
A groin wound does not go without consequences, as you realize. Such an accident caused a hormonal failure and our, once the first guy in the village, began to gain weight slowly, and 5-6 injections of morphine a day did not improve the situation.
Of course, there were attempts to overcome the addiction, including with the help of psychiatrists, but all in vain. Herr morphine my favorite, cheerfully repeated Göring every day, or even several times a day.
Despite his drug addiction (drugs were forbidden in the Third Reich) Göring's career skyrocketed after the Nazis came to power. His loyal friend and associate, Adolf Hitler, instructed the brave Hermann to revive the German Air Force in circumvention of the Treaties of Versailles. It is worth paying tribute, the new head of the Imperial Ministry of Aviation has made the Luftwaffe Great Aegain in just two years! It's not for me to tell you, ladies and gentlemen, about the success of the Luftwaffe.
After the first successes, our hero is hit in the head not only with morphine, but also with star sickness. Now the favorite of the German people and the Führer, he didn't deny himself anything. He began to call himself a descendant of the French King Louis the Saint, painted himself with cosmetics, imitating the aristocrats of the 17th century, wore funny uniforms and red boots with gilded spurs, and he also ate like in himself. Oh, how much Goering started to eat, you can't imagine. It got to the point where it became difficult for him to move on his own, and the old wound in his thigh, had nothing to do with it, I assure you. The poor cooks were literally burnt out at work trying to satisfy the exquisite tastes of their superiors.
Göring was openly mocked by everyone who knew him. Well, except Hitler of course, the Fuhrer was extremely humane in this matter. Fattest, fatty, fat elephant; all this is only a small part of folk art dedicated to the main successor of the Fuhrer.
However, everything in the world sooner or later comes to an end. Morphine runs out especially quickly, when the raw materials from which this drug is made were no longer supplied after the beginning of the Second World War. Drug addicts of the Third Reich urgently needed an ersatz drug and Goering, apparently thinking about the suffering (no), ordered the German chemical industry to create a new drug. In 1942 Germans synthesized methadone.
Knowledgeable friends won't lie, methadone is much stronger than morphine. The head of the imperial aviation was deeply and for a long time immersed in narcotic dreams, and he did not care about the war and some Luftwaffe. But the Allies did. Fruitful symbiosis of Goering's procrastination and Allied industriousness gave rise to regular air raids over Germany in 1943-45 and other numerous failures of the German Air Force. Of course, it was not just Göring, but we cannot write him off definitively either.
The most high-profile failure of Goering personally can perhaps be called Stalingrad. If Goering had listened to the reports of the military in the encirclement and would not have assured Hitler that the supply of the Sixth Army by air bridge is feasible, then perhaps Paulus would not have become the first captured marshal of the Wehrmacht.
Anyway, in May 45 Goering still had to go to surrender, Nuremberg, you know, waiting. But our Hermann would not be himself if he did not bring eight!!! suitcases loaded with drugs. He was surprised when these suitcases were confiscated from him and he was left alone with withdrawal.
Surprisingly, but Goering, being in the dock in Nuremberg, still behaved adequately and it was not noticeable that he was severely broken. Who knows, maybe a couple of pricks he still carried with him, favoring his physique allowed to safely hide small objects in hard-to-reach places.
It is known, however, for certain, that he did carry one capsule. The potassium cyanide capsule Goering cracked the night before his execution. The judges were very optimistic if they really thought that they could hang Goering, because in my opinion the ropes can't hold so much weight.
P.S. Remember the nurse Elsa Ballin? So, shortly before the beginning of the great persecution of the Jews in 1938, Goering contributed to the fact that Elsa and her family without any problems and any delays were allowed to leave for Argentina with all their property.
