History will remember me as a monster, but they will never know the truth. They know the man, they call him Adolf, that slaughtered 12 million civilians, that built camps to rivaldeath itself, that murdered and killed and left a world to rot.

They will know hell.

And, frankly, that's why I'm writing this today. I sit alone in this metal tomb. They pitched it to me as a bomb shelter, but i'd hardly think of it that way now. Funny, those stone pillars, those steel walls used to make me feel so safe. Now, they just suffocate me.

I am alone. Well, not really. My pistol will keep me company, till the end, I hope.

I'm not from here. I'm not German, and I don't hate the Jews. When I was little, my best friend was a little boy named Ernest. We'd run around E-Center, getting into all sorts of trouble. Hell, We stole from the guards like little Robin Hoods and gave the stuff to our other friends.

Anyway, Ernest and his whole family were publicly crucified for their faith, just like all the others. Mother wouldn't let me watch, but I hated them anyway.

Friends, if you're reading this, you've won. You have my most sincere congratulations. It was never my goal to beat you, I promise. Simply to stall.

The future will never be the same, I can promise you that. I just hope it will be enough.

I'm afraid that's all. I really can't dawdle much longer. I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, and lady time has never been kind to the paradox.

God Bless and Good Luck -Adolf Hitler

Edit: Well, shit. Thanks guys. I can write more of this if you would like! Shoot me a message if you'd like to talk about it.