Ten years had passed since the day when I began my service with Hitler and this moment, 1545 hours on 30 April 1945. A whole world lay between the man to whom, as a member of the SS-Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler, I had sworn to be faithful unto death, and this corpse which I had now to wrap in a blanket, carry up the dark, narrow bunker stairway, lay in a shell crater, dowse with petrol and set alight.
