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Here I am, trapped behind these bars. If there was any way to escape, I’d do it. Many of my subordinates did get away, and are probably halfway to Argentina by now. Hitler was right…those stupid Generals cost us the war and then a bunch of them got away.
My Luftwaffe did everything possible, but Speer’s directives made it impossible for me to put together the air power we needed! Speer, Speer, SPEER!!! Always the humble one, so sorry, SO contrite!! The apple of the court’s eye…he’ll probably be sentenced to live in Carinhall…figures…
I wonder how dear Emmy is doing?
I wonder what’s happened with Carinhall? Is it still standing? Ah, those were the good times! The music, the artwork, the statues, the fancy rugs, those fancy parties…I miss it! All those Jews that made Carinhall possible…and the place in Berchtesgaden. I wondered what happened to all of those Jews…I probably know, but then again, I don’t…
Hehehe…I convinced that jury that I wasn’t anti-semitic…well, I almost did. That letter to Heydrich just before Wannsee was the dagger in my defense. How was that not destroyed?!?
Why didn’t Bormann just leave me alone?!? I wasn’t trying to take over. I thought Hitler was incapacitated, and I was the next in command. I had the letter from Hitler from way back…’41, maybe ’42. It was in the safe! Didn’t we all just want the fighting to end?
Couldn’t we have worked together for just once?!? Negotiate the peace, then make for the Alps? If Bormann hadn’t gotten all power-hungry and had me arrested…ME!!!…we probably would all be safely out of harm’s way. I made Martin Bormann!! He was a nobody…and he wasn’t captured, so he’s probably living it up south of the equator as well.
Well, they’re going to hang me tomorrow. I should be shot…actually, they should be shot and I should living it up with Emmy and the little darling someplace not in Europe. Hehehe…at least I’ll cheat the hangman with my bit of insurance. Bit…more like a “bite” of insurance.
Oop…wave at the guard and give a half smile. Yeah buddy, you think I’m gonna swing tomorrow. You won’t be back for at least 10 minutes.
Well, I guess this worked for Hitler…and Frau Goebbels said she set it aside for the kids. Just bite and wait, eh? I suppose I’d rather the last sound I hear be glass breaking than my neck. Goodbye world, goodbye Emmy, goodbye guard…a little wave even though you can’t see me…goodbye October 15, 1946…
I wonder who’ll get fired when they find me…ok, little pill, one chomp and I’ll be gone…forever…to nothing…here goes…yeow, glass hurts no matter how sma…
huh…I didn’t think I’d still be awake…this is weird. Least it’s warm. I wonder wher…what’s th…uh oh…
Recommended Reading: Angels of Death: Goering’s Luftwaffe
