The End Of ADOLPH HITLER...

The atmosphere in the bunker on April 20, 1945, Hitler's 56th birthday, was more funereal than celebratory. There was no trace of the pomp and circumstance of earlier years. The gaunt ruins of the Reich Chancellery were a stark reminder, if one was needed, that there was no cause for celebration. Hitler felt this himself. His birthday with the Russians at the gates of Berlin was an embarrassment to him. He trudged down the assembled line of his staff to receive their murmured birthday greetings with a limp handshake and a vacant expression. Afterwards, Hitler drank tea in his study with Eva Braun. It was approaching nine o'clock in the morning before he finally went to bed, only to be disturbed almost immediately by General Burgdorf with the news of a Soviet breakthrough and advance towards Cottbus, some 60 miles southeast of Berlin.

After breakfast, playing with his Alsatian puppy for a while, and having his valet administer his cocaine eye drops, he slowly climbed the steps into the Reich Chancellery park. Waiting with raised arms in the Nazi salute were delegations from the Courland army, from the SS-Division "Berlin", and 20 boys from the Hitler Youth who had distinguished themselves in combat. Was this what Berlin's defence relied on, one of Hitler's secretaries wondered? Hitler muttered a few words to them, patted one or two on the cheek, and within minutes left them to carry on the fight against Russian tanks.

In the garden just outside the bunker, Hitler decorated 20 Hitler Youths-turned-soldiers. Here he shakes hands with Alfred Czech, a 12-year-old Hitler Youth soldier, after the young veteran of battles in Pomerania and upper and lower Silesia was awarded the Iron Cross. After the ceremony, Hitler returned to his underground home, which some generals regarded as "a madhouse being run by the inmates."

By now, most of the leading figures in the Reich -- at least those in the Berlin vicinity -- were assembled. No one spoke of the looming catastrophe. They all swore their undying loyalty. Everyone noticed that Goering had discarded his resplendent silver-grey uniform with gold-braided epaulettes for khaki -- "like an American general", as one participant at the briefing remarked. Hitler passed no comment.

The imminent assault on Berlin dominated the briefing. The news from the southern rim of the city was catastrophic. Goering pointed out that only a single road to the south was still open; it could be blocked at any moment.

Hitler was pressed from all sides to leave at once for Berchtesgaden. He objected that he could not expect his troops to fight the decisive battle for Berlin if he removed himself to safety. Nevertheless, Hitler seemed indecisive. Increasingly agitated, he declared moments later that he would leave it to fate whether he died in the capital or flew in the last moment to the Obersalzberg.

There was no indecision about Goering. He had sent his wife Emmy and daughter Edda to the safety of the Bavarian mountains more than two months earlier. Half a million marks had been transferred to his account in Berchtesgaden. Goering lost no time at the end of the briefing in seeking a private word with Hitler.

It was urgent that he go to southern Germany, he said, to command the Luftwaffe from there. He needed to leave Berlin that night. Hitler scarcely seemed to notice. He muttered a few words, shook hands absent-mindedly, and the first paladin of the Reich departed, hurriedly and without fanfare. It seemed to Albert Speer, standing a few feet away, to be a parting of ways that symbolised the imminent end of the Third Reich. It was the first of numerous departures. Most of those who had come to proffer their birthday greetings to Hitler and make avowals of their undying loyalty were waiting nervously for the moment when they could hasten from the doomed city.

Convoys of cars were soon heading out of Berlin north, south and west, on any roads still open. Dönitz left for the north, armed with Hitler's instructions to take over the leadership in the north and continue the struggle. Himmler soon followed. Speer left later that night in the direction of Hamburg without any formal farewell.

Late in the evening, the remaining adjutants, secretaries, and the Führer's young Austrian diet cook, Constanze Marzialy, gathered in his room for a drink with Hitler and Eva Braun. There was no talk here of the war.

Hitler's youngest secretary, Traudl Junge, had been shocked to hear him admit for the first time in her presence earlier that day that he no longer believed in victory. He might be ready to go under; her own life, she felt, had barely begun. Once Hitler -- early for him -- had retired to his room, she was glad to join Eva Braun, and the other bunker "inmates", even including Bormann and Morell 's doctor in an "unofficial" party in the old living room on the first floor of Hitler's apartment in the Reich Chancellery.

In the ghostly surrounds of a room stripped of almost all its former splendour, with the gramophone scratching out the only record they could find -- a schmaltzy pre war hit called Red Roses Bring You Happiness -- they laughed, danced and drank champagne, trying to enjoy an hour or two of escapism -- before a nearby explosion sharply jolted them back to reality.

When Hitler was awakened at 9.30 the following morning, it was to the news that the centre of Berlin was under artillery fire. The dragnet was closing fast. As the day wore on, he seemed like a man at the end of his tether, nerves ragged, under intense strain, close to breaking point.

The drowning man clutched at yet another straw. The Soviets had extended their lines so far to the northeast of Berlin that it opened up the chance, thought Hitler, for the Panzer Corps, led by SS-Obergruppenführer Felix Steiner, to launch a successful counter attack.

Throughout the day he exuded confidence in Steiner's attack. When told of the inadequacies of Steiner's forces, Hitler replied: "You will see. The Russians will suffer the greatest defeat, the bloodiest defeat in their history before the gates of the city of Berlin."

It was bravado. At the briefing that began at 3.30pm on April 22, Hitler looked haggard, stony-faced, though extremely agitated, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. He twice left the room to go to his private quarters. Then, as dismaying news came through that Soviet troops had broken the inner defence cordon and were within Berlin's northern suburbs, Hitler was told -- after a frantic series of telephone calls had elicited contradictory information -- that Steiner's attack, which he had awaited all morning, had not taken place after all.

At this, he seemed to snap. He ordered everyone out of his briefing room, apart from Keitel, Jodl, Krebs and Burgdorf. Even for those who had long experience of Hitler's furious outbursts, the tirade that thundered through the bunker for the next half an hour was a shock. One who witnessed it reported that evening: "Something broke inside me today that I still can't grasp."

Hitler screamed that he had been betrayed by all those he had trusted. He railed at the long-standing treachery of the army. Now, even the SS was lying to him. The troops would not fight, he ranted, the anti-tank defences were down. As Jodl added, he also knew that munitions and fuel would shortly run out.

Hitler slumped into his chair. The storm subsided. His voice fell to practically a whimper. The war was lost, he sobbed. It was the first time any of his small audience had heard him admit it. They were dumbstruck. He had therefore determined to stay in Berlin, he went on, and to lead the defence of the city. He was physically incapable of fighting himself, and ran the risk of falling wounded into the hands of the enemy. So he would at the last moment shoot himself.

All prevailed on him to change his mind. He should leave Berlin and move his headquarters to Berchtesgaden. The troops should be withdrawn from the western front and deployed in the east. Hitler replied that everything was falling apart. He could not do that. Goering could do it. Someone objected that no soldier would fight for the Reich Marshal. "What does it mean: fight?" asked Hitler. "There's not much more to fight for, and if it's a matter of negotiations the Reich Marshal can do that better than I can."

By dawn the next morning, areas close to the city centre had started to come under persistent and intense artillery fire. Around midday the spearhead of Konev's army, skirting round Berlin to the south, met up with forward units from Zhukov's army, heading round the city to the north. Berlin was as good as encircled. About the same time, Soviet and American troops were smoking cigarettes together at Torgau, on the Elbe, in central Germany. The Reich was now cut in two.

Amid the burning ruins of the great city, living conditions were deteriorating rapidly. Food was running out. The water-supply system had broken down. The old, infirm, wounded, women and children, injured soldiers, refugees, all clung on to life in the cellars, in packed shelters, and in underground stations as hell raged overhead.

In Hitler's bunker there was a "doomsday" mood alleviated only by alcohol and food from the Reich Chancellery cellars. In the early hours of April 28, despairing calls were made from the bunker to Keitel and Jodl urging all conceivable effort to be made to relieve Berlin as absolute priority. Time was of the essence. There were at most 48 hours, it was thought.

As so often, the bunker inmates thought they smelt the scent of disloyalty and treason. These suspicions seemed dramatically confirmed. Heinz Lorenz appeared in the bunker when a message was picked up from Reuters confirming that the Reichsführer-SS, Heinrich Himmler, had offered to surrender to the western Allies, but that this had been declined.

For Hitler, this was the last straw. That his "loyal Heinrich", whose SS had as its motto "my honour is loyalty", should now stab him in the back: this was the end. It was the betrayal of all betrayals. The bunker reverberated to a final elemental explosion of fury. All his stored-up venom was now poured out on Himmler in a last paroxysm of seething rage. It was, he screamed, "the most shameful betrayal in human history".

By now, Soviet troops had forced their way into Potsdamer Platz and streets in the immediate vicinity of the Reich Chancellery. They were no more than a few hundred yards away. It was time to make preparations. As long as Hitler had had a future, he had ruled out marriage. His life, he said, was devoted to Germany. There was no room for a wife. But Eva Braun had chosen to come to the bunker. And she had refused Hitler's entreaties to leave. She had committed herself to him once and for all, when others were deserting. The marriage now cost him nothing. He did it simply to please Eva Braun, to give her what she had wanted more than anything at a moment when marrying him was the least enviable fate in the world.

Not long after midnight on April 29, in the most macabre surrounds, with the bunker shaking from nearby explosions, Hitler and Eva Braun exchanged marriage vows. Goebbels and Bormann were witnesses. The rest of the staff waited outside to congratulate the newly wedded couple. Champagne, sandwiches and reminiscences -- with somewhat forced joviality -- of happier days followed.

A short time later, Hitler dictated his last will and testament. His last words for posterity were a piece of pure self-justification. Despite all its setbacks, the six-year struggle would one day go down in history as "the most glorious and valiant manifestation of a nation's will to existence".

It had turned 4 am when Hitler, looking weary, took himself off to rest. He had completed the winding-up order on the Third Reich. Only the final act of self destruction remained. The mood in the bunker sank to zero-level. Despair was written on everyone's face. All knew it was only a matter of hours before Hitler killed himself and wondered what the future held for them after his death. There was much talk of the best methods of committing suicide. Secretaries, adjutants and any others who wanted them had by then been given the brass-cased ampoules containing prussic acid.

At dawn, Soviet artillery opened up an intensive bombardment of the Chancellery and neighbouring buildings. The battle for Berlin would in all probability be over that evening. Hitler sent for Bormann. It was around noon. He told him the time had come; he would shoot himself that afternoon. Eva Braun would also commit suicide. Their bodies were to be burnt. Hitler took lunch as usual around 1pm with his secretaries and his dietician. Eva Braun was not present. Hitler was composed, giving no hint that his death was imminent. Some time after the meal had ended, the secretaries were told that Hitler wished to say farewell to them. They joined Martin Bormann, Joseph and Magda Goebbels, General Burgdorf and General Krebs, and others from the inner circle of the bunker community. Looking more stooped than ever, Hitler, dressed as usual in his uniform jacket and black trousers, appeared alongside Eva, née Braun, who was wearing a blue dress with white trimmings. He held out his hand to each of them, muttered a few words and, within a few minutes and without further formalities, returned to his study. Eva Braun followed him. It was shortly before 3.30pm. For the next few minutes, Goebbels, Bormann and the remaining members of the bunker community waited. The only noise was the drone of the diesel ventilator. In the upstairs part of the bunker, Traudl Junge chatted with the Goebbels children as they ate their lunch. After waiting ten minutes or so, still without a sound from Hitler's room, Linge took the initiative.

He took Bormann with him and cautiously opened the door. In the cramped study, Hitler and Eva Braun sat alongside each other on the small sofa. Eva Braun was slumped to Hitler's left. A strong whiff of bitter almonds -- the distinctive smell of prussic acid -- drifted up from her body. Hitler's head drooped lifelessly. Blood dripped from a bullet-hole in his right temple. His 7.65mm Walther pistol lay by his foot.

 

Russian soldiers point at gas cannisters used to burn the bodies of Hitler and Eva Braun

Here is the full text of Hitler's Last Will

As I did not consider that I could take responsibility, during the years of struggle, of contracting a marriage, I have now decided, before the closing of my earthly career, to take as my wife that girl who, after many years of faithful friendship, entered, of her own free will, the practically besieged town in order to share her destiny with me. At her own desire she goes as my wife with me into death. It will compensate us for what we both lost through my work in the service of my people.

What I possess belongs - in so far as it has any value - to the Party. Should this no longer exist, to the State; should the State also be destroyed, no further decision of mine is necessary.

My pictures, in the collections which I have bought in the course of years, have never been collected for private purposes, but only for the extension of a gallery in my home town of Linz on Donau.

It is my most sincere wish that this bequest may be duly executed.

I nominate as my Executor my most faithful Party comrade,

Martin Bormann

He is given full legal authority to make all decisions. He is permitted to take out everything that has a sentimental value or is necessary for the maintenance of a modest simple life, for my brothers and sisters, also above all for the mother of my wife and my faithful co-workers who are well known to him, principally my old Secretaries Frau Winter etc. who have for many years aided me by their work.

I myself and my wife - in order to escape the disgrace of deposition or capitulation - choose death. It is our wish to be burnt immediately on the spot where I have carried out the greatest part of my daily work in the course of a twelve years' service to my people.

Given in Berlin, 29th April 1945, 4:00 a.m.

[Signed] A. Hitler

[Witnesses - Signed]

Dr. Joseph Goebbels

Martin Bormann

Colonel Nicholaus von Below

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 With Hitler to the End: The Memoir of Hitler's Valet 

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Heinz Linge

The remarkable memoir of a man who was by Hitler’s side from 1935 to 1945. Heinz Linge worked with Adolf Hitler for a ten-year period from 1935 until the Führer’s death in the Berlin bunker in May 1945. He was one of the last to leave the bunker and was responsible for guarding the door while Hitler killed himself.

During his years of service, Linge was responsible for all aspects of Hitler’s household and was constantly by his side. He claims that only Eva Braun stood closer to Hitler over these years.

Here, Linge recounts the daily routine in Hitler’s household: his eating habits, his foibles, his preferences, his sense of humor, and his private life with Eva Braun. In fact, Linge believed Hitler’s closest companion was his dog Blondi. After the war Linge said in an interview, “It was easier for him to sign a death warrant for an officer on the front than to swallow bad news about the health of his dog.” Linge also charts the changes in Hitler’s character during their time together and his fading health during the last years of the war. During his last days, Hitler’s right eye began to hurt intensely and Linge was responsible for administering cocaine drops to kill the pain. In a number of instances—such as with the Stauffenberg bomb plot of July 1944—Linge gives an excellent eyewitness account of events. He also gives thumbnail profiles of the prominent members of Hitler’s “court”: Hess, Speer, Bormann and Ribbentrop amongst them.

Though Linge held an SS rank, he claims not to have been a Nazi Party member. His profile of one of history’s worst demons is not blindly uncritical, but it is nonetheless affectionate. The Hitler that emerges is a multi-faceted individual: unpredictable and demanding, but not of an otherwise unpleasant nature. 12 b&w illustrations 

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Who does not know about Hitler? There have been so many biographies and even fictional work written about the man (think of Mailer's latest work). But not many have explored in great detail his last days before he committed suicide in the Berlin bunker with his wife Eva Braun and family of his minister of propaganda. This is documentary with the first hand account from Hitler's closest associates (errand boy, secretary, body guard) during his last days. We learn that he was in terrible physical condition, looking pale and his hand shaking as if he has Parkinson's desease. We also learn about Eva Braun's determination to make her own mark in her life by accepting to die along Adolf. It is also eeerie to see that Russian government still has carefully preserved artifacts from that day that includes Hitler's uniforms, personal possessions and dental records for everyone who died that day. Pictures of six dead Goehring children are cold reminder of how far indoctrination and unfortunately misplaced ideals can go. This is one of the rare documentaries with film showing Hitler's closest military associates such as: Speer, Himler and Goebbels. We even see Eva Braun's sister in her civil wedding ceremony to Hitler's high ranking officer who was executed by SS only a few days before Hitler's suicide. Absolutely amazing documentary about the last days of Nazi Party before final surrender that will mark the end of WWII.

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The singular achievement of this masterful film, a chilling fictional account of the Third Reich’s last days, is its portrayal of Adolf Hitler: He’s depicted as not only monstrous and unhinged but also kindly (in fleeting moments, anyway) and more than a little pathetic. 

Director Olivier Hirschbiegel, by making his subject a recognizable human being instead of a one-dimensional villain, shows us an increasingly desperate Hitler who at times seems -- dare we say? -- almost sympathetic. Based on the reminiscences of Traudl Junge, one of der Führer’s secretaries, Downfall takes place almost entirely in the underground bunker where Hitler and his inner circle spent their final weeks. 

Although Allied victory is all but assured, the rapidly degenerating Nazi dictator (brilliantly portrayed by Bruno Ganz) continues to plot the war’s course, issuing orders to dead commanders and deploying troop battalions that no longer exist. His mistress, Eva Braun (Juliane Kohler), and closest confidants, Joseph and Magda Goebbels (Ulrich Matthes and Corinna Harfouch), maintain their loyalty to the once-powerful Hitler even though they recognize what he doesn’t: that their capture is imminent. 

In a deeply unnerving scene, for instance, Magda Goebbels feeds cyanide to her unsuspecting children rather than let them be taken by Allied soldiers. Downfall does not for a moment justify anything Hitler did, but, in relying on the historical record presented by Junge, it does paint a more detailed picture of the man than has ever been seen: He even displays symptoms of kindness and takes comfort in his pet dog, Blondi. 

The movie dares to hint that perhaps Hitler was not simply a megalomaniacal lunatic but also a misguided idealist who allowed his grandiose dreams to subvert his humanity. Like it or loathe it, you’ll remember Downfall for a very long time.

 Ed Hulse

All Movie Guide

The last ten days of Adolf Hitler and his Nazi regime are seen through the eyes of a young woman in his employ in this historical drama from Germany. Traudl Junge (Alexandra Maria Lara) was 22 years old when, in the fall of 1942, she was hired to be personal secretary to Adolf Hitler (Bruno Ganz). In April of 1945, Junge was still working for Hitler as forces were bearing down on Germany and the leader retreated to a secret bunker in Berlin for what would prove to be the last ten days of his life, as well as that of the Third Reich. As Hitler's mistress Eva Braun (Juliane Köhler) attempts to throw a cheerful birthday party for her man, Hitler's closest associates, including Heinrich Himmler (Ulrich Noethen), Joseph Goebbels (Ulrich Matthes), and Albert Speer (Heino Ferch), urge him to flee the city with only Goebbels maintaining any illusions that the Third Reich has any hope of survival. Hitler refuses to leave Berlin, and he spends his final days ranting and raving to Junge, blaming all around him as he tries to understand where his leadership went wrong. Meanwhile, Goebbels and his wife round up their six children and bring them to the bunker as Berlin begins to topple, determined to take their lives rather than face the Allies after Germany's certain defeat. Der Untergang (aka The Downfall) was based in part on the memoirs of the real-life Traudl Junge, whose experiences also formed the basis of the 2002 documentary Im Toten Winkel: Hitlers Sekretarin (aka Blind Spot: Hitler's Secretary).

 Mark Deming

Los Angeles Times

The reality it confronts is so gripping, we cannot turn away. This may not be the most sophisticated retelling of what happened while Berlin burned, but what a story it is. 

Kenneth Turan

Chicago Tribune

Downfall, whatever its shortcomings, bears strong witness to great evil. That is its triumph as a film.

 Michael Wilmington

Seattle Post-Intelligencer

It's a bracing reminder that before Hitler took power, it was handed to him. The lesson resonates long after the credits roll. 

Sean Axmaker

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Made for British television, The Death of Adolf Hitler covers ground previously explored in such films as The Last Ten Days and The Bunker. 

Frank Finlay stars as Hitler, a trembling shell of a man who tries to put on a brave front as his Third Reich topples all around him. Sequestered in his private Bunker in April of 1945, Hitler, his mistress Eva Braun, and his most trusted associates continue to lie to themselves that their defeat at the hands of the Allies is only temporary. 

Though the story is a familiar one, the film avoids the standard cliches, even expanding upon the known facts with recently unearthed historical tidbits concerning Hitler's last days on earth. The Death of Adolf Hitler is underplayed throughout, rendering the sick spectacle of Der Fuhrer's fall disturbingly realistic.

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To transform himself into Adolf Hitler, Guinness adopts a gruff manner and a croaking voice similar to that of Gully Jimpson in The Horse's Mouth. He's quite good as the desperate, tantrum-throwing monster cornered in his final lair.

Berlin is falling quickly under the onslaught of the vengeful Russian army. Refusing to flee, Adolf Hitler (Alec Guinness) festers in the last concrete bunker surrounded by the surviving elite of the Third Reich

Downfall trumps Hitler: The Last Ten Days in almost every respect, from its use of the German language to its interesting idea of telling the story through the experience of Hitler's secretary. Just the same, this respectable version works up a considerable mood of morbid dread. Guarded by a few S.S. fanatics, seventy-five holdouts live in a concrete box hammered day and night by artillery fire. The drug addled and disease ridden Hitler does his best to maintain his dignity, still behaving as if a good word from Der Führer is all that is needed to turn bad news into good. The rat-like Dr. Goebbels has toned down some of his poisonous rhetoric, but many present still consider Hitler the next thing to a god.

Hitler: The Last Ten Days is enacted by a fine ensemble cast obviously eager to work with Alec Guinness. Director Ennio De Concini's work is mostly invisible, but he keeps the warren of concrete rooms from becoming stifling.

Guinness gives the role his all, stressing Hitler's physical and mental decline. He's a quasi-senile, impatient monster accustomed to getting his way on all things and imposing his version of reality on other people. Roman Emperors might have been like this, but any selfish man exhibits some of the same bullying attitudes. To play Hitler, all Guinness really need do is behave like an intolerable, closed-minded father. The man is a bundle of hate and rage. He faces the end of an empire that was supposed to last for a thousand years, but will be over in thirteen.

The end is a crazy nightmare of suicides and murder-suicides, with Frau and Herr Goebbels following Hitler in death, and taking their mob of blonde children with them, like a hellishly different version of The Sound of Music. We assume that most of the generals and officers scatter. Some will die fighting and others will be imprisoned and put on trial. And yet others will find protection of one kind or another and go on with their lives.

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