Most of us, if not all, are familiar with the story of the death of Adolf Hitler. Many of us are also aware of the conspiracy theories floating around claiming that he did not die in that bunker all those years ago. I can assure you that Hitler did in fact die in that bunker, but the facts surrounding his death have been vastly distorted. I do believe that in order for humanity to grow, we must learn from the mistakes of the past, and therefore it is essential to know the true history of things. Therefore, I will seek to tell the true story of the death of Chancellor Hitler.
Bombs were shaking the earth, like a right hook from Joe Frazier shaking his opponent. Heir Hitler and his Juliet, Eva Braun, braced each other in an attempt for support. Where the concrete walls were begining to crack and crumble, they took refuge in one another's hearts, where at least their spirits could find adequate walls to hide behind where their bodies could not. The bombing of Berlin. Alas! Das juden had him cornered. How had it come to this; how could those inferior beasts have out witted him? Adolf cursed as he held Eva close.
"Oh, mien love! How could it have come to this? Our dreams crushed by das judens! Oh, cruel fate! Why has God forsaken us? Why has he put our enemies boots upon our throats? All of our dreams... We were preparing the way for the Master; cleansing the earth from the sinful nature of the inferior races. What sin have we commited to raise the hand of the LORD against us?"
As he spoke the words, Adolf looked as if he had been pierced in his heart. As if some truth had suddenly dawned upon him. His conscience condemned him and from this judgment he could not hide. He had hidden his sin from men, but God knew the truth. Adolf had brought this upon himself. The sweet sound of Frau Braun's voice broke the space of silence, always his strength and encouragement,
"Mein Fuhrer, this could be a blessing in disguise! Surely the LORD is opening a platform for you on the world floor! It appears as though we have lost the war, but in fact, we are one step closer to victory! The LORD has given you the gift of speaking so you could be his greatest evangelist. No one who has been present for one of your sermons can deny the power of the LORD being present, His Spirit settling on your audience. You will be brought before the judge in front of the world where you will have the opportunity to state your case. Surely they will be convinced, as all of Deutschland has been!"
Across Adolf's face grew a gracious smile; grateful for the love and devotion she held for him. Yet, that smile could not convert the guilt that never left his face. He walked over to the cherrywood desk that sat across the room from them, grabbed a crystal glass and swirled it's auburn contents, lifted it to near his lips while gazing into his mind, leaving his eyes vacant. Adolf stopped just short of his lips, pausing to speak,
"Mein dear, I fear that what you say cannnot come to pass, for alas! I am a fraud."
He swiftly tipped back the drink, driving his mind back to the physical world which trapped his soul to such a cruel fate. He lowered his head in shame as Eva rushed up to him, embracing him with her heartfelt pleas with her hand resting upon his chest,
"No, mein Fuhrer! You are the German prophet! Your message as pure as your blood!"
Adolf looked down upon her face,
"That's just it, mein dear, I am not pure."
Eva was startled and looked up in to his eyes with innocent confusion.
"Wha... what do you mean?"
Adolf put his right hand gently on her cheek so that his fingers entered her hair behind the ear, and his thumb in front of the ear.
"Mein darling eva, there is something I must tell you."
Adolf dropped his hand from her face and walked, hands behind him locked together, to the wall on his right hand side where a map of Germany decorated the otherwise bland gray wall. He stared off into that map as if he were viewing a picture of a long deceased loved one.
"I... my mother was a jude."
Eva was astonished. Then as the initial shockwave from the news began to settle and she was able to see more clearly, her chin tucked in as did her thoughts, the realization of what had entered the air had entered her mind, and was fast at work reconstructing what she thought was real.
"N... no... no it can't be true! You are our Fuhrer!"
She ran up to Adolf and began slapping at him in a frustrated fury of emotion for which she could not find another channel to send it, the whole while crying and making all maner of groanings. Adolf grabbed her in his tight embrace. She fought momentarily, but soon surrendered to his strong arms as tears poured from her eyes like a watering can on her own heart.
"I love you, mein dear Eva. I am so sorry."
Eva looked up at him once again,
"And I love you, mein Fuhrer."
She left his embrace and sucked up her sorrow as she walked up to the cherrywood desk. She opened the door and reached inside.
"There is only one thing that can be done to fix this... unfortunate problem."
Eva pulled out a hand gun and levelled it in Adolf's direction. Adolf shook in fear, flayling his hands in front of himself in desperate vain.
"Mein dear Eva, no! I... I can change!"
'BANG'!!!
Adolf dropped to the floor. Eva then put the gun up to her own temple. A single tear rolled down her cheek, crossing her upper lip and hanging on to her lower.
"Mein Fuhrer..."
'BANG'!!!
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