Admiral Byrd tried to warn us about Antarctic Nazis and ice-bound flying discs and so our expedition was a success despite the challenges and the risks: when the saucers came, we were ready and when calm was all that could save us, our hands were steady.

We lost three ships and a hundred men, our ammunition was running out and our nerves were wearing thin. Yet, all along our resolve was strong, knowing we were right but even more, knowing they were wrong.

The Swastika prepared us for the worst and haunted our dreams, though signs and symbols are only ideas and seldom what...