I remember reading that Hitler would prefer dying with his volk than escaping like a coward (Which Churchill planned in case the germans took England)
That's why it shook me when i read the FBI file but now that i think about it i don't think he really escaped, just keep in mind that his corpse was never found and that the germans supposedly had a base in the antarctica.
There is also a journal from a pilot that supposedly found a large tundra with animals in the antarctica
Hitler didn't escape to Argentina
Jonathan Nelson
Landon Young
No, he surveyed the situation, turned to one of his soldiers and said,
"Germans, we fought hard and lost. And there is no shame in that. No other people could withstand the trials that we have gone through together and still remain in the fight. And do not despair for someday we will rise from the ashes and deal the deathblow against the Jews once and for all time. I for my part cannot join you, I'm afraid. So long as I am alive, the enemy will continue hunting us forever. I swore that I would never surrender Germany to the enemy and I will keep my promise to you. Soldier," He said holding out his hand, "Give me your weapon."
The man, teary eyed, handed his Fuhrer his submachine gun.
"Don't cry for me, soldier." Hitler continued, patting him on the shoulder. "I have already lived a long life in service to my country and nation. If you must cry, cry for Germany. But don't cry for long. You men have work to do after my death. After tonight, the world will enter a new era. It will fall to you to keep the flame alive. I'm counting on you. Europe is counting on you…"
He smiled warmly at the small group of assembled men. Then withdrew several magazines from the soldier whom he had been given the gun and placed them in his coat. Then, after a short pause, he also picked up a satchel of grenades and placed it over his shoulder.
He turned from his men and began walking towards the door of the bunker. One man reached out and grabbed his arm, "Don't, mein Fuhrer. Please…" he choked as Hitler brushed his arm away. Hitler merely smiled at him with great sadness in his eyes and patted him on the cheek. He could feel the warm tears cooling his hand as he passed the man. Ahead of him a soldier opened the door of the bunker. The night air was cool despite the smell of burning rubber and gunpowder. Hitler stood on the edge of the door for what seemed like an eternity. The sound of artillery and gunfire echoing off the stone walls in Berlin seemed to fade into the distance as Hitler finally breathed in one last time and then stepped briskly out of the bunker and faded into the smoke and darkness. He never looked back…
As he walked down the rubble strewn street towards the enemy, Hitler could hear the sounds of suffering around him. The cries of the wounded and the ever present roar of the fires that were consuming his city. Ahead of him he could hear the din of rifle fire and the flashes of bright light. A man screamed and then fell silent. Hitler began walking more briskly towards the fight.
As he climbed over a hastily assembled barricade, Hitler could feel his age more acutely than before. His joints ached from the stress of the last 10 years in service of his nation. Bricks tumbling down after him as he descended the barricade. He stiffened a grunt of pain as he landed awkwardly on his left foot.
Just then the night disappeared in a flash of white phosphorous light as flares exploded and descended slowly back into the ruined city.
Michael Adams
Hitler jogged along the sidewalk up to a corner and paused. He looked around the corner and surveyed the street. From the shattered windows and doors of the street, several German soldiers were firing at a Soviet tank and its accompanying infantry support.
Hitler closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in and exhaled. His heart began to race as he chambered his submachine gun. He ventured one more peek around the corner and witnessed a man torn to pieces by the heavy machine gun from the Soviet light tank. His heart skipped a beat as he threw caution to the wind and raced towards the hellish fight. Running along the debris covered sidewalk staying close to the buildings, Hitler raced towards the firefight. He reached a building that jutted out a little into the sidewalk. He was breathing heavily and coughing from the smoke in the air. He risked one more look around the corner at the Soviets. They were busy strafing a building across the street from Hitler with machinegun fire. It appeared that a small detachment of German soldiers had been cut off from escape and these Soviets were closing in for the kill. They were so close that he could hear them speaking to each other.
He exhaled to calm his racing heart and then turned the corner and fired nearly point blank into the mass of Soviet soldiers. Hitler fired in short bursts at the nearest men. The attack was completely unexpected and two men were torn apart by the hail of bullets. They slumped down near the light tank.
Hitler ducked behind a pile of rubble and continued firing at the surprised Soviet forces.
The enemy soldiers were quickly scrambling behind the tank and random shots fired in Hitler's direction threw up clouds of dust around him. The tank crew continued to fire at the building in long bursts of fire. Hitler estimated that there were three or four Soviets taking cover on the far side of the tank, waiting for him to reappear so that they could kill him. They would not likely expose themselves. He muttered to himself as he changed magazines and chambered his submachine gun. Then darted out the right side of the rubble pile and rushed around the tank. He could hear the shouting in Russian as he threw himself past the corner of the tank and squeezed the trigger. A hail of gunfire was exchanged before Hitler fell and tumbled to the ground. He ejected his magazine automatically as he surveyed the carnage; The three soldiers who had been taking cover behind the tank were dead or wounded. Hitler could feel pain in his shoulder and arm but was not certain if he had been hit or whether the pain stemmed from hitting the bricks on the ground.
He heaved himself up, gritting his teeth in pain, as he put his last magazine in the gun and fired three shots into the wounded officer, reaching for his pistol.
As the machine gunner was swiveling his gun towards Hitler, their eyes met before the gunner's head exploded in a mist of blood. His body slumped forward before Hitler had even aimed his gun. The Germans in the building began firing upon the tank which quickly went into reverse as it tried to escape. However it was not long before the Germans in the building had sallied forth and reduced it to a flaming wreck.
The dazed men staggered forth from the building and stared in astonishment at the figure of Hitler. A young German officer, his mouth open in confusion and awe stammered a question. But Hitler never heard it. For just then, the earth exploded in fire and sound. A soviet artillery shell tore the adjacent building apart and the street disappeared in a cloud of dust and smoke.
As the smoke and dust settled, Hitler rolled over to a fallen chimney and peered over the top to see another wave of Soviet soldiers racing towards him and his soldiers, guns flashing in the dark. He looked back at the building but could not see if any of his men had survived. Coughing heavily, he placed the barrel of his submachine gun on the bricks and began firing at the approaching Soviet horde in short bursts. The gun roared for a time before the magazine was emptied.
The mass of Soviets continued onwards, rounds hitting the bricks around him as he slumped back behind the fallen chimney. He looked down at his gun and painfully slipped off the strap that he had flung across his chest and tossed it aside. He stared up into the night sky and the smoke clouds cleared for a brief second to allow the clear, cold starlight into view.
He hoped that Germany would survive the war as he snapped open his satchel and withdrew a grenade…
Cooper Ortiz
Yeah but it's still a funny meme.
Caleb Powell
My sister is going to travel to Argentina Zig Forums. Where should she go in order to contact that NatSoc there and also to not get killed by cartels?
Jace Hall
Soviets phased out their light tanks long before 1945
Adam Peterson
Well thanks for making me cry
Justin Butler
Deanna Spingola and Rodney Martin did a good show about it years ago.
Ryan Williams
That is actually pretty good, Sholom
Ian Ortiz
^ This is what a jew novelist on drugs sounds like.