and Göring murmured to his counsel, “Now I’m for it we
weren’t on the best of terms.” But the field marshal, despite a
clumsy attempt at blackmail by Major Englander in November,
did his best for Göring.
Sworn in [Milch recorded in his diary], every-
body wearing earphones; then examination by attor-
ney Stahmer.... When I was asked about Göring’s
attitude to prisoners of war, Jackson interrupted,
“We’ve shown enough patience, but this is going too
far. I object!”
The Tribunal sustained his objection and poor
Stahmer, somewhat confused, asked me one more
short question and sat down....An hour later the court adjourned for the weekend. “The de-
fendants were mostly very crushed,” Milch described. “When I
saw Jodl being led away, his eyes were filled with tears.”
That Saturday morning Göring lay in bed, fully clothed,
brooding. “Knowing what I know now,” he confided to Gilbert
in a low, serious voice, “I wish I could have Himmler here just
for ten minutes to ask him what on earth he was up to out
there.”
For a few more days he was compelled to listen. On Mon-
day, March , Jackson cross-examined Milch. The field marshal
now put up a stout defense of Göring whom he had only
three weeks before raged at in his private diary as “this idiot...
this antique dealer and yellow-belly.” The Times of London, re-
porting on his testimony, complained, “For nearly five hours he
was engaged in a battle of wits in which the prosecution was ap-
parently at such pains to discredit his evidence that it often
seemed that Milch, rather than Göring, was the accused man.”
(Reading these lines, Milch bragged in his diary, “I must have