July the 20th, 1944, were in East Prussia at the Wolf's Lair. It's a hot day, stifling. Here in the forest, at his remote campaign headquarters,

the Fura has made a concession to the weather.

Today's military conference is being staged in a wooden cabin in the grounds.

It's not a big space, about 30 feet by 15, but with the windows open they can generate some breeze.

At 12.42 p.m. the big beasts of the Wehrm.

File in and gather round the map table.

Faces a long, sullen. However you sugar coat it and

Hitler has a very sweet tooth. The war on the Eastern front is a disaster.

General Hoesinger is soon in full flow,

detailing tank movements, troop mobilizations,

looking for positives, clutching at straws, and suddenly.

Outside, 100 yards away, Colonel Klaus von Stauffenberg watches the cabin go up in a fireball.

He gives a nod to his aid, who's ready at the wheel of their staff car. They must get the hell out of there, out of the compound.

The bomb they've planted has successfully detonated.

They have just killed Adolf Hitler.

From Noiser, this is the Hitler story and this is real dictators. A few months earlier in mid-94, Hitler exists in a state of delusion and denial.

Despite his efforts to prop up Mussolini, Rome has fallen. Italy, now a constitutional

monarchy, assigned an armistice with the Allies. Other axis cohorts, the Romanians, the Hungarians, the Bulgarians, the

Finns, have little stomach for a protracted fight.

In private, senior figures and generals have been urging their furra to seek peace before Germany herself

is destroyed.

In the last 12 months, the Weymacht has suffered 1.7 million military casualties,

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