I marched out of that bunker in my polished boots and white gloves, ready to surrender with honor to an American general of equal rank. Instead, the soldiers pointed me to a bombed-out bakery….
April 1945. The Ruhr Valley is choked with the smoke of burning factories and the dust of a collapsing Reich. Deep in a subterranean bunker beneath Essen, a German major general prepares for the final act of his career. His division is surrounded, out of ammunition, and cut off. He is an aristocrat, a product … Read more