Chapter 6

Finally, we had arrived at the famous last hiding place for the self-proclaimed “Leader” of the Thousand Year Reich. Our pathetic little convoy pulled up to a deserted pile of rubble in the middle of what once was an average residential area in a nice part of the inner city.

I studied our group momentarily with my time-traveler’s logic of looking back on a past that was preordained just like all human activity. The entourage of beautiful Amazon-like blonde female SS bodyguards around Captain Simone were all chattering away like a group of college students or housewives looking for diversion from the reality of the chaotic end of their short lives.

The remaining male SS guards were all smoking cigarettes like it was their last request and I knew that underneath that veneer of brutality, they were just as frightened as the rest of us as the Russians drew ever nearer and the artillery could be heard getting closer in the distance.

Some of the pale denizens of the depths below made their way to the surface and looked us over as if searching for a “rescue” party that we certainly were not.

A young Wehrmacht soldier wearing an apron, most likely on a break from his duties in the underground kitchen asked us politely if we had any news of the promised division to defend the last stand in the underground bunker.

Captain Simone sighed and I recognized her acceptance of the fact that we were at an end to it all and she was finding it difficult to accept because she was, if nothing else, not a quitter when the chips were down.

The soldier from the underground kitchen brought us up some hot soup and fresh-baked bread and I could tell at least the bunker was still well-stocked even if most of the civilians around us were slowly starving to death due to lack of food.

The scene was filled with “Déjà vu” and reminded me of a time in my early combat years when I squatted on the rubble and we were fed by a kind cook from inside our own Air Force Base because our unit was banned from entrance due to our well-deserved reputation for being trouble-makers of the worst sort.

I remembered gobbling down those left-overs with a greedy mouth and accepting the fact that all military units were not created equal.

I looked around the devastated area above the bunker and saw what looked like a pit with several petrol cans standing forlorn beside it. Absentmindedly, I kicked one of the cans and discovered it was full. I had to admit that surprised me because fuel was so scarce in the closing chapter of World War Two that the Germans were making gas from corn and potatoes using the farmers to replace their crushed industrial system.

Karl was making good use of the down time to hump one of the blonde SS bodyguards up against the side of the half-track. It was easy for me to see the woman was hot-blooded and ready for anything sexual perhaps in anticipation of the coming trial of rape by pussy starved Russian troops.

I, personally, would like nothing better than to find that elusive button to push to bring me back to my correct place in time in the hope it would be prior to capture by the barbarians from the east with no pity in their tortured souls for western women. In retrospect, knowing what I did of the war-years they were entitled to their revenge because of the surprise attack from their supposed partner in dividing up the spoils of Europe for both demented dictators to share equally. I had studied the period deeply and often wondered how Stalin could have possibly believed that Hitler would live up to his promise of non-aggression since his only purpose on earth was to dominate the entire world.

I suspected it was just a matter of time as to which dictator would attack the other one first. Stalin might have hit on a winning formula because he was able to join the allies as an erstwhile partner against the dangers of Fascism. The other allies had made the proverbial “deal with the devil” by helping the Soviet Communists to fight back on the Eastern front diverting much needed logistical support and precious manpower to fight their way to Moscow. Of course, like Napoleon before him, Hitler underestimated the vast reaches of the Soviet Union and allowed the natural elements to defeat him never learning from the harsh reality of history’s outcomes.

Strangely, an Iron hatch opened right next to us and several persons emerged looking around at the devastation with terror-stricken eyes and looking up into the sky for the enemy aircraft that were patrolling with complete air superiority. The sound of the artillery moving closer had them all trembling with fear and I wondered why they had even emerged from their hiding place.

Captain Simone reported to the officer in charge and discovered that most of the confused group were prisoners brought out of their cells below. Their crimes were more of lost hope and a desire to be elsewhere, thus deserting the Leader in his time of truth.

They all crowded down into the deep pit and the sharpshooters began to eliminate them without a single word or plea for mercy. They didn’t expect mercy and they didn’t get any under the circumstances. Then one of the soldiers emptied a can of petrol over them and lit them up like a bonfire of guilt trying to get rid of the evidence before it could be seen by others. A couple of them were female and their screams could be heard distinctly above all the rest.

Our small group of ten followed the officer down the spiral staircase to the hidden bunker and the foul stench of closely-packed humanity rose to greet us like a wall of reality never to be forgotten.

I was surprised to find children playing in the hallway completely oblivious to the danger around them and I realized that children were always more interested in play rather than reality around them and even the end of the world would not change that nature regardless of the seriousness of the situation.

One of the side doors was open and I saw a female being spit-roasted by two uniformed SS men. She must have been someone of importance because she was wearing expensive jewelry and she was well-fed with huge breasts and delicious haunches that were being ridden by a skinny SS officer with a contorted face as he delivered his load of spunk to her happy flanks.

The woman investigated my curious face and I saw that she had a combination of lust and lack of sanity hidden deep within. Her mouth was filled with SS cock and she was unable to speak but I decided she was so far gone, she had nothing to add to the conversation except her animal-like moans and groans of pleasure and pain combined.