Heinrich Himmler Journal

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