The ripples on Flensburger Forde glittered in the bright sunlight as Grand Admiral Karl Doenitz, last Führer of the Third Reich, marched stiffly up the gangplank of the Patria, an old German liner housing a SHAEF mission. His long blue coat whipped at his knees, and his aides followed him in single file.
Doenitz was calm, his tight features unchanging. Turning to Colonel General Alfred Jodl he said in a loud whisper: "It is now quite clear what is going to happen." Jodl did not answer. He was nervous. His nose reddened and purple blotches appeared on his cheeks. Doenitz and...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
