It has been a long and arduous journey, filled with victories and defeats, triumphs and hardships. As I sit here in my bunker, reflecting on the events that have brought us to this point, I cannot help but feel a sense of sadness and regret.
The Third Reich is crumbling around us, the once mighty German war machine now nothing more than a shadow of its former self. The Allied forces are closing in from all sides, relentless in their pursuit of victory. We are outnumbered and outgunned, our resources dwindling with each passing day.
I remember the days when we marched across North Africa with the Deutsche Afrika Korps by my side. The sun beating down on us as we pushed forward against all odds. Our victories were hard-fought but glorious, earning us praise and admiration from friend and foe alike.
But those days are long gone now. Now I find myself leading Army Group B in France as we desperately try to hold back the advancing Allies at Normandy. The beaches run red with blood as our brave soldiers fight valiantly against overwhelming odds.
I know that defeat is inevitable at this point. The writing is on the wall for the Third Reich, our dreams of conquest shattered by an unyielding enemy force. But even in these dark times, I cannot help but feel pride for my men who continue to fight bravely until their last breath.
As I look out over the smoldering ruins of Berlin from my bunker window, I can only hope that history will remember me not just as a soldier who served his country faithfully until the end but also as a man who fought with honor and dignity even when faced with defeat.
The Last Days of the Third Reich may be upon us, but let it be known that Feldmarschall Erwin Rommel stood tall amidst adversity till his very last breath.