Berlin Diary: The Journal of a Foreign Correspondent 1934-1941

by William L. Shirer

BERLIN, September 1 At six a.m. Sigrid Schultz—bless her heart—phoned. She said: “It’s happened.” I was very sleepy—my body and mind numbed, paralysed. I mumbled: “Thanks, Sigrid,” and tumbled out of bed. The war is on!