There was no

escape for the

helpless man
trapped between a
wall and the barrel of my Luger P08 pistol
clasped in my hand. In the condition he was in it seemed that I was
doing a favor for him as is dying anyway. He is pleading to me in some foreign
language not to kill him. Maybe you should have thought of that before you and
your people invaded Germany and bombed all our men. I shot him twice in the
chest and barked at a nearby solider to deal with the corpse.

Back at in the bunker it was as miserable as ever. Still more reports of the Soviet
Union approaching the bunker. Yet despite all this the Führer seems unaffected by
this new news thus encouraging that we will prevail and what the Führer Sais goes. That
night at dinner he told me that I was t be appointed commander-in-chief of the army group
upper Rhine. Following morning me and a squad of 50 men headed north to hold off some
enemy forces that were reported to of been coming through that way it was cold and snowing
in the April morning my breath wrapped itself around my face as if to suffocate me. We
slowed down as visibility became to a minim and we could run over a tank and not notice it in
these conditions. The rest of the squad realized this and talking came down to a bare minim
the only noises where the occasional bump as one of the trucks hit a loose flagstone. As the
eerie silence drew one a shout was heard from outside the truck as machine gun fire ripped
through the truck up ahead. A shell hit and detonated sending debris everywhere.

I woke up on the dirt road surrounded by flaming pieces of metal and gasoline nearly all fifty
German allies lay dead where they fell torn to bits by the machine gun fire from the soviet
only a couple of the Germans had time to reach for their gun before they were shredded and
turned into the bloody carnage that was strewn around him I tried to get up but immediately
pain shot up from his right ankle and I fell on top of a mangled corpse reaching out for his
weapon I gagged and rolled back onto my back to try and relax my ankle it was as if it was
on fire. It dawned on me that I was extremely close to dying and that there was not one
enemy body to be seen amongst all the carnage the yanks had just walked straight over us
and continued on their way towards the center of Berlin, blacked out.

Eventfully when the bunker lost contact with the group they sent out a reconnaissance team
to investigate.

I was being lifted by someone up high onto a truck and bumped about as someone tended to
my ankle. Back at the Bunker I gave a very brief report to the fuehrer I told him that there
was no chance against them and how merciless they slaughtered our men and left us for
dead. Adolf questioned me of my loyalty in the Fatherland at the time I was in no state to
argue being carted off to the medic station for concussion, so I swore my loyalty to him
knowing he was sending us into a suicidal position. But he was Hitler and anybody that
denied him was shot or tortured.
Two weeks later

More reports of deaths on the frontline rocked the Reich headquarters yet still Hitler gave
speeches every day about the reserves we had up north that were going to come up from
behind the yanks and take their revenge. But it was like his for weeks and weeks, still
artillery pounded outside.

I was forced to come to the conclusion that with under 200 men hiding in a underground
bunker having the hell pondered out of them with over 1000 heavily armed men and tanks
waiting for them o come out. I regret betraying the father land but it was either that or every
man woman and child in the bunker was as good as dead. Secretly behind the fuehrer back I
made a radio contact with the forces overhead. The yanks complied and sent back a reply
almost straight away, this I hadn’t expected every radio bleep in the bunker bleeped the
message to certify how the surrender would take place. Thus in under a minute soldiers burst
in the room seized me by the arm. “Sorry, the fuehrer directs orders” said one of the guards
pulling me away I realized this was the guard stationed outside my office. I was hauled into
the main entrance in front of Hitler he interrupted my pleas with a statement.

“You have been very loyal to me Heinrich but a traitor in our mist wills not, the penalty for
tractors is death...

<Pause>

...But Due to your long years of useful service to the Reich has saved your life if you are to
quit all your offices immediately”

Been given the chance to survive death was enough for me even if I was to be dumped back
into the city without a home to live in.20 minutes later I had packed my bags and every trace
of me was gone and I was on the road in a German jeep with a silent driver. I wondered
where I would go I had a new name and 5000 marks are cash it wouldn’t get me far but it
would pay for a hotel and enough food until I get a job.

“I would ‘ave done it to”

I jumped when suddenly raised from thoughts.
“I would have done it too” the driver repeated
“we are a screwed with the damned yanks got way to many men for us to have a chance of
getting out” He continued “reckon I should stay...

Blam! A shell exploded into the road ahead of us and the jeep veered of the road and
smashed into the surrounding tree line. All went black.

I woke up to the sound of English voices shouting at me waving my papers in front of my

face. I was so drowsy I had no idea what he was on about but when I found myself bared up
in a cell a little earlier I found out what he was talking about so here I am stuck in a dark
damp cell that doesn’t even have a window this is the fourth year in and it’s still the same.

Your Faithfully

Henrich Himmler

Kyle Ivory 9S 8/03/2009 3:08:45 a3/p3