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ABC Special Report Thursday

Hitlers last and final words revealed for the first time in (70) years and they are shocking to see

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He whispered this to his brother right before his-death

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Good Saint Thomas Day! The bÃ¤ckerei is so busy this time of the year. With only the three of us to knead the dough, work the oven, stock the shelves, and manage the till, I cant find a moment to enjoy the Christmas cheer. And then there are customers like Frau RattelmÃ¼ller who make it almost unbearable. Such a pest! Always complaining and making rude remarks about my hair being a mess or Im lazy or asking if I still have yesterdays dirt under my fingernails. (Which I do not. I scrub them every night!) She makes such a scene to Mutti and Papa, still treating me like a child. Thats the donkey chiding the other for having long ears. Shes acting so peculiar lately. She used to come round at the normal hour like everybody else, but not anymore. 5:30 in the morning and shes at our back door, peeping in the windows, banging her cane when she knows good and well well always opened at six oclock. I believe shes gone senile. Not to mention that a dozen brÃ¶tchen is a gluttonous amount. Doesnt she know theres a shortage of flour and milk! You should see the SS rations Papa has resorted to using. The powdered milk and flour bake hard as brick. Many customers have complained of finding pebbles in their rolls and almost breaking a tooth. So now I have the added chore of sieving all the supplies we receive. Frau RattelmÃ¼ller swears if she cuts her gums and dies of infection, her blood will be on our hands. But itll take more than a pebble to bring down that old witch. I suspect shell be showing up for the next century munching her way through all our bread and bangbangbanging that ridiculous cane. Well never be free of her. This morning I was fed up to my ears, so I woke up early with Papa and forced myself out of bed despite the chill. (Its colder this winter than last. Too cold for even the snow to melt into ice on the eaves. Remember that December we ate icicles dusted in sugar. You told me that snow sprites dined on them every night, and I believed you because I wanted to even though I knew there were no such things.) I was downstairs with a tray of hot brÃ¶tchen when Frau came hobbling up the street in her long coat and cap. Before she had a chance to knock her cane, I opened the door. Good morning, Frau RattelmÃ¼ller. I smiled wide as Lake Eibsee. Your brÃ¶tchen has been waiting for you. , , I pray it isnt cold. You mustve been visited by the dream gnomes to have slept in so late. I looked over my shoulder to the cuckoo for emphasis. Why, you are almost a minute past. That sent Papa into a fit. He laughed so loud it echoed round all the pans in the kitchen and made Frau mad as a honeybee. She bought two loaves of onion bread instead of her usual. Mutti said Papa ruined a whole batch of lebkuchen with his salty tears. But it was worth it. How I wish you had been here! You wouldve laughed yourself to crying like you used to do when Papa wore his jester cap in the Fasching carnival. Mutti was not so pleased. She told me not to play with the old woman. Shes hanging by a thread, she said. But I told Mutti that Frau has been playing with me for far too long already. Besides, this is wartime. Who isnt hanging by a thread! Mutti, being Mutti, pulled out the currants that very minute and made thomasplitzchen buns to take over to Fraus as a peace offering. Shes there now as I write. I wonder what youre doing in SteinhÃ¶ring. I miss you terribly. Can you believe youve been gone six Christmases? Feels like an eternity, and this war seems even longer. Theres nothing new here. The Zugspitze Mountain is a bore. Nobodys skiing this season anyhow. I wish we could go back to sea. Remember that summer trip to the coast of Yugoslavia when we were s? Walking the pebble beach and eating cold cucumbers in the sun? We were so happy then. It feels a hundred years ago. Not that we could go back now. War, war, war. Its everywhere, and Im sick of it. On to happier tidings: Did you hear the news? Our friend Josef Hub was promoted to lieutenant colonel and transferred to the Garmisch SS. He is rumored to dispatch information from the Mountain Troops to ReichsfÃ¼hrer Himmler. Imagine that! But hes not like the others. His rank hasnt changed him a bit. He still comes to the bÃ¤ckerei and eats raisin kuchen with Papa every Saturday. Mutti swears he has the bluest eyes in the country, but I told her there are plenty of perfectly blue eyes all around. Shes just partial to Josef for all hes done for us. How is Julius? You said they enrolled him in a special kindergarten for future officers. Papa nearly burst his buttons when I read that part to him. Hes so proud. We all are, of both of you. Dont worry about us and the bÃ¤ckerei. The SS rations are small and of poor quality, but they are more than any other baker in town. Josef and Papa have a deal. The Gestapo bring SS flour, sugar, butter, and salt to the back door on Sunday afternoons, and Papa takes a cart of bread to headquarters each Monday. Business couldnt be better. I know I shouldnt complain about the long hours when so many of our countrymen are facing harder times than us. Did Mutti tell you? Im going to the Nazi Weihnachten party. Josef said it is time I attend one. He gave me the most beautiful ivory dress. Though the tag has been cut out, he said it came from Paris. At first I thought I oughtnt to accept, but he gave Mutti an iridescent clamshell compact and Papa a rosewood pipe. So I assume these are our Christmas presents. Quite extravagant! Not having any family of his own, Josef dotes on Mutti and Papa like his own parents, God rest their souls. His company has been a godsend, and I hope it means more sacks of sugar and presents! The dress is proof of his good taste. Ill have Papa take a photograph before I go to the party. I want you to see the dress. Ill write again at Christmas. I hope you get this letter soon. Mail is moving slow, these days.