NOTICE: Please try and feel this story.
*RAT-A-TAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT!*
*BOOM!*
"Incoming!"
"Watch your throttle-AAARRGHH!"
He was alone. Outnumbered. Scared.
Doomed.
He had fought. It all came down to this. He ran for hours. He knew he wouldn't make it.
Helicopters... Land mines... Poison gas... Him. Hitler. This man met Hitler 7 times. April 30, 1945. Adolf Hitler is dead. The German armies had no commands except fight.
So he did.
He knew his time would end. He threw all his medals away. Hid them. Not a single one in sight. He then was captured and thrown in the Russian jail. His name was Wolfgang. Out of 3000, 15 survived. He was one of them.
He came home. Luckily. After the war, he moved to Canada. With his new son, my dad.
This is a true story. People criticizing this is offensive.