Never ever the wrong time for some adorable Hitlers.
Adolf Hitler speaking to Eva Braun as she is filming him…
15 year-old german soldier, Hans-Georg Henke, cries after being captured by the US.
poor little baby :(
Color photo of Hitler going over plans with the brilliant Erich von Manstein
The last issue of “Die sape”, a the trench newspaper written, edited and printed by the Bavarian 19th Reserve Infantry Regiment. The cover drawing is amazing.
Request from an anon of Eva and a new dress
"You’re home!" I shouted, throwing my arms around his neck.
He laughed, kissing my forehead and placing a black box in my arms, “I got you something while I was gone.”
I smiled, kissing him, “I love it!”
"You haven’t opened it yet," he laughed, pushing me towards my bedroom. "Now, go open it."
"Yes, sir," I smiled, pulling him with me.
"I don’t have time for this, Eva," he laughed, following me.
I shut my door in his face, “Good, because I don’t either.”
I heard his laugh through my door and then him head down the hall, making sure he didn’t come through the connecting door. I would have locked it, but it locked from his room.
When I opened the black box, I couldn’t breath. He bought me a new dress!
I ran my fingers over the red silk. It felt like a could under my touch. I pulled it out of the box. I couldn’t love him more. Putting it on, I watched it fall around my ankles. It was stunning. Slipping on a pair of shoes, I ran down the halls, looking for him. I caught him as he was walking out of his study.
"What do you think?" I asked, spinning around in front of him.
"Lovely," he said, looking me over. "Now you have something to wear to the state dinner I’m taking you to tonight."
I smiled. Yes, I was excited, but I knew that I would be introduced at Fegelien’s sister in law. At least Adolf wouldn’t be leaving me tonight.
I made sure that no one was around before I kissed him on the mouth, “Thank you, Darling.”
"You’re welcome, Eva," he said, kissing my hand instead of my lips as Traudl Junge handed him a file.
"Fräulein Braun, I love your dress," Frau Junge said. "Where did you get it?"
"It was a gift, Frau Junge. I don’t know where it was bought," I smiled, glancing up at my love.
"Well, whoever gave it to you has wonderful taste," she said, touching the fabric.
I giggled, “You have no idea, Frau Junge. You have no idea at all….”
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