International
Early one morning three years ago this week the curtains of Adolf Hitler's study in Berlin's huge Reich Chancellery stirred gently in the breeze. Inside, after seven nearly sleepless days of conferences and feverish meditation, the demoniac leader of Germany had reached his decision. A few minutes later, and hundreds of miles away, a German bomber snarled through the grey, drizzling Polish dawn and dropped a missile on the fishing village and air base of Puck. World War II had begun.
Lost Illusions. The world had held its breath since the announcement of...
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