Chapter 38Finally. The Reichstag. Rising out of the mist like a medieval castle. The ring of tanks around the square stood forty deep. Thousands of allied troops, British, American and Soviet milled about, moving lazily in a relaxed manner. We'd heard that Hitler was dead, committing suicide in his bunker along with his mistress, Eva Braun, and his personal staff. Many felt bitterly disappointed. We had wanted to see him humiliated publicly. We had wanted to see him put on trial before the world. I'd wanted a public execution. Death alone wasn't enough when you had the taste of revenge on your tongue.
The city of Berlin was divided into four separate quadrants, each its own unique kingdom. I waited. The others went to the bars and picked up desperate German women, who were bitter yet real
