Epilogue“General Himmler, we have our final report ready for you, sir,” said Major Daniels handing over a thick folder. Beside him stood Captain Burgess. Both were sweating heavily in the general's office at Alpha Army headquarters, Adelaide.
Colonel Rommel stood up, he'd read the report and was already fuming. He pounded his fist on the table his face livid and the scar on his forehead stood out like a neon sign. “A damn case of whiskey? That's what this was all about? Alcohol?” he yelled.
“Twelve dead and twenty five wounded yet no one in your battalion put a bullet anywhere near the enemy? You are a disgrace!” screamed the general beside him. “It was your Stosstruppen, your watch, not the Deaths Heads at all. I've listened to you making pathetic excuses all blasted year. I wanted resu
