Zimmerman narrowed his eyes. “Such as?”
“On July 24, your army will win back Rostov-on-Don. I need to see the Führer.”
“Who will win the war?” asked Zimmerman, still frowning.
“Germany, of course. I thought I made that clear. I’m an American, but I speak German because the Führer made it the world language. Everyone in the future speaks German.”
“Spies speak many languages.”
“I don’t need to be a spy; I already know what’s going to happen. Rostov-on-Don on the twenty-fourth. That’s only three days, you’ll see. Take me to see the Führer.”
“It will never happen.”
CARL
Carl fully expected Zimmerman to see him again immediately after the success of the Rostov-on-Don campaign, but it didn’t happen. He had gotten into the habit of using a pebble to mark each passing day on the wooden wal
