Furher Bunker

My first attempt to write a story. The story is fictitious and yet in many ways it is true.

7 am, Berlin, Germany,1945

The diluted wine had never had such an effect on him. For that matter he had never had so much of it together. Yet today he wanted to drink. The thought of dying a death such as this was too humiliating. He knew though that any amount and any kind of it would not let this feeling disappear. He was dying today.

He looked around. The room was too dingy. It was a hideout. He was hiding and he could not digest it. For all that he had won, he was just another human today. His mother came to his mind. The most beautiful woman in this world. 'Alois' is what she called him. It was cold and he had never felt so cold. He had a dream which was almost turning into a reality. Now it was all a matter of time. The world would despise him for years to come and yet there would be some who would always look upto him.

Eva was asleep. He looked at her. An angel. For the first time in years and years, he felt emotional. He stood up and looked outside the tiny window. It was early morning, probably 7 am and it would take another 3 hours for them to locate him.

8 am, Berlin, Germany,1945

His mother always told him that he would be the greatest and in a way he was. He was surprised the way he was thinking today. Was it the proximity to death? Till yesterday he felt unstoppable and yet today he was doubting himself. He knew what it was. He had never had the time to question himself twice. It was the flow. it was the expectations his people had of him. His army, his troops all looked upto him like he was the messiah and how can a messiah let his disciples down.

He knew he was a killer and today when he was all alone he felt the feeling overcoming him. He pulled the drawer and took out the pistol. He kept it back. He was shocked. He knew what had happened. He was scared of dying. The greatest man on this earth.A soldier. He was scared of losing his life. Oh!! what a loser he was. He let his thoughts frustrate him a little more. He knew only they could instigate him to kill himself. The guilt will pull the trigger eventually.

9 am, Berlin, Germany,1945

He hated the jews bitterly. He hated them even now and yet he knew why he had not slept a wink in the last 5 years. He was too proud to admit it. He got too carried away. He knew that deep down somewhere he was a cold blooded murderer, a rapist, inhumane and yes he was a narcissist. He loved himself and his ideas so much that he could go any extent to turn them into reality. So many women and children had died.

He suddenly remembered this old woman in a jew apartment that the German army had raided. She was on a wheelchair. All her family members had been shot down and she was crying and wanted to be shot as well. One of the young German officers felt offended by the request. "How dare she request, this motherfucking jew and how dare you oblige by holding the gun at her you bastard" he said to one of his subordinates. He pushed the wheelchair to the edge of the apartment window. He then pushed it out along with the woman. She fell 3 stories and died. He was there standing right next to him. For one moment he was appalled and yet he felt powerful.How stupid he was.

Suddenly he felt his eyes wet and then he started crying. He had not cried in ages and yet today he saw a different side of himself. Eva suddenly got up and noticed him. She came next to him to comfort him. He then heard a jeep and murmurs in Russian.

10 am, Berlin, Germany,1945

He quickly opened the drawer and took out the revolver. He moved to the bed and kissed Eva. He told her how sorry he was and how much he loved her. He killed her first and then he killed himself. The Russians broke in. The captain looked at the bodies and smiled. He told his subordinate to send a wire immediately to the colonel," Tell him that Hitler is dead".