Created: 29 May 2003. Updated: 11 Sept 2013

The atmosphere in the bunker on April 20, 1945, Hitler's 56th birthday, was more funereal than celebratory. There was no trace of the pomp and circumstance of earlier years. The gaunt ruins of the Reich Chancellery were a stark reminder, if one was needed, that there was no cause for celebration. Hitler felt this himself. His birthday with the Russians at the gates of Berlin was an embarrassment to him. He trudged down the assembled line of his staff to receive their murmured birthday greetings with a limp handshake and a vacant expression. Afterwards, Hitler drank tea in his study with Eva Braun. It was approaching nine o'clock in the morning before he finally went to bed, only to be disturbed almost immediately by General Burgdorf with the news of a Soviet breakthrough and advance towards Cottbus, some 60 miles southeast of Berlin.

After breakfast, playing with his Alsatian puppy for a while, and having his valet administer his cocaine eye drops, he slowly climbed the steps into the Reich Chancellery park. Waiting with raised arms in the Nazi salute were delegations from the Courland army, from the SS-Division "Berlin", and 20 boys from the Hitler Youth who had distinguished themselves in combat. Was this what Berlin's defence relied on, one of Hitler's secretaries wondered? Hitler muttered a few words to them, patted one or two on the cheek, and within minutes left them to carry on the fight against Russian tanks.

In the garden just outside the bunker, Hitler decorated 20 Hitler Youths-turned-soldiers. Here he shakes hands with Alfred Czech, a 12-year-old Hitler Youth soldier, after the young veteran of battles in Pomerania and upper and lower Silesia was awarded the Iron Cross. After the ceremony, Hitler returned to his underground home, which some generals regarded as "a madhouse being run by the inmates."

By now, most of the leading figures in the Reich -- at least those in the Berlin vicinity -- were assembled. No one spoke of the looming catastrophe. They all swore their undying loyalty. Everyone noticed that Goering had discarded his resplendent silver-grey uniform with gold-braided epaulettes for khaki -- "like an American general", as one participant at the briefing remarked. Hitler passed no comment.

Hermann Goering

The imminent assault on Berlin dominated the briefing. The news from the southern rim of the city was catastrophic. Goering pointed out that only a single road to the south was still open; it could be blocked at any moment.

Hitler was pressed from all sides to leave at once for Berchtesgaden. He objected that he could not expect his troops to fight the decisive battle for Berlin if he removed himself to safety. Nevertheless, Hitler seemed indecisive. Increasingly agitated, he declared moments later that he would leave it to fate whether he died in the capital or flew in the last moment to the Obersalzberg.

There was no indecision about Goering. He had sent his wife Emmy and daughter Edda to the safety of the Bavarian mountains more than two months earlier. Half a million marks had been transferred to his account in Berchtesgaden. Goering lost no time at the end of the briefing in seeking a private word with Hitler.

It was urgent that he go to southern Germany, he said, to command the Luftwaffe from there. He needed to leave Berlin that night. Hitler scarcely seemed to notice. He muttered a few words, shook hands absent-mindedly, and the first paladin of the Reich departed, hurriedly and without fanfare. It seemed to Albert Speer, standing a few feet away, to be a parting of ways that symbolised the imminent end of the Third Reich. It was the first of numerous departures. Most of those who had come to proffer their birthday greetings to Hitler and make avowals of their undying loyalty were waiting nervously for the moment when they could hasten from the doomed city.

Admiral Karl Doenitz

Convoys of cars were soon heading out of Berlin north, south and west, on any roads still open. Dönitz left for the north, armed with Hitler's instructions to take over the leadership in the north and continue the struggle. Himmler soon followed. Speer left later that night in the direction of Hamburg without any formal farewell.

Late in the evening, the remaining adjutants, secretaries, and the Führer's young Austrian diet cook, Constanze Marzialy, gathered in his room for a drink with Hitler and Eva Braun. There was no talk here of the war.

Hitler's youngest secretary, Traudl Junge, had been shocked to hear him admit for the first time in her presence earlier that day that he no longer believed in victory. He might be ready to go under; her own life, she felt, had barely begun. Once Hitler -- early for him -- had retired to his room, she was glad to join Eva Braun, and the other bunker "inmates", even including Bormann and Morell 's doctor in an "unofficial" party in the old living room on the first floor of Hitler's apartment in the Reich Chancellery.

Martin Bormann (See also Hitler's Will below)

In the ghostly surrounds of a room stripped of almost all its former splendour, with the gramophone scratching out the only record they could find -- a schmaltzy pre war hit called Red Roses Bring You Happiness -- they laughed, danced and drank champagne, trying to enjoy an hour or two of escapism -- before a nearby explosion sharply jolted them back to reality.

When Hitler was awakened at 9.30 the following morning, it was to the news that the centre of Berlin was under artillery fire. The dragnet was closing fast. As the day wore on, he seemed like a man at the end of his tether, nerves ragged, under intense strain, close to breaking point.

The drowning man clutched at yet another straw. The Soviets had extended their lines so far to the northeast of Berlin that it opened up the chance, thought Hitler, for the Panzer Corps, led by SS-Obergruppenführer Felix Steiner, to launch a successful counter attack.

Throughout the day he exuded confidence in Steiner's attack. When told of the inadequacies of Steiner's forces, Hitler replied: "You will see. The Russians will suffer the greatest defeat, the bloodiest defeat in their history before the gates of the city of Berlin."

Reich Chancellery (1) & (2) as new and (3) 1945

It was bravado. At the briefing that began at 3.30pm on April 22, Hitler looked haggard, stony-faced, though extremely agitated, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. He twice left the room to go to his private quarters. Then, as dismaying news came through that Soviet troops had broken the inner defence cordon and were within Berlin's northern suburbs, Hitler was told -- after a frantic series of telephone calls had elicited contradictory information -- that Steiner's attack, which he had awaited all morning, had not taken place after all.

At this, he seemed to snap. He ordered everyone out of his briefing room, apart from Keitel, Jodl, Krebs and Burgdorf. Even for those who had long experience of Hitler's furious outbursts, the tirade that thundered through the bunker for the next half an hour was a shock. One who witnessed it reported that evening: "Something broke inside me today that I still can't grasp."

Hitler screamed that he had been betrayed by all those he had trusted. He railed at the long-standing treachery of the army. Now, even the SS was lying to him. The troops would not fight, he ranted, the anti-tank defences were down. As Jodl added, he also knew that munitions and fuel would shortly run out.

Hitler slumped into his chair. The storm subsided. His voice fell to practically a whimper. The war was lost, he sobbed. It was the first time any of his small audience had heard him admit it. They were dumbstruck. He had therefore determined to stay in Berlin, he went on, and to lead the defence of the city. He was physically incapable of fighting himself, and ran the risk of falling wounded into the hands of the enemy. So he would at the last moment shoot himself.

All prevailed on him to change his mind. He should leave Berlin and move his headquarters to Berchtesgaden. The troops should be withdrawn from the western front and deployed in the east. Hitler replied that everything was falling apart. He could not do that. Goering could do it. Someone objected that no soldier would fight for the Reich Marshal. "What does it mean: fight?" asked Hitler. "There's not much more to fight for, and if it's a matter of negotiations the Reich Marshal can do that better than I can."

By dawn the next morning, areas close to the city centre had started to come under persistent and intense artillery fire. Around midday the spearhead of Konev's army, skirting round Berlin to the south, met up with forward units from Zhukov's army, heading round the city to the north. Berlin was as good as encircled. About the same time, Soviet and American troops were smoking cigarettes together at Torgau, on the Elbe, in central Germany. The Reich was now cut in two.

Marshal Zhukov

Amid the burning ruins of the great city, living conditions were deteriorating rapidly. Food was running out. The water-supply system had broken down. The old, infirm, wounded, women and children, injured soldiers, refugees, all clung on to life in the cellars, in packed shelters, and in underground stations as hell raged overhead.

In Hitler's bunker there was a "doomsday" mood alleviated only by alcohol and food from the Reich Chancellery cellars. In the early hours of April 28, despairing calls were made from the bunker to Keitel and Jodl urging all conceivable effort to be made to relieve Berlin as absolute priority. Time was of the essence. There were at most 48 hours, it was thought.

As so often, the bunker inmates thought they smelt the scent of disloyalty and treason. These suspicions seemed dramatically confirmed. Heinz Lorenz appeared in the bunker when a message was picked up from Reuters confirming that the Reichsführer-SS, Heinrich Himmler, had offered to surrender to the western Allies, but that this had been declined.

Head of The SS - Heinrich Himmler

For Hitler, this was the last straw. That his "loyal Heinrich", whose SS had as its motto "my honour is loyalty", should now stab him in the back: this was the end. It was the betrayal of all betrayals. The bunker reverberated to a final elemental explosion of fury. All his stored-up venom was now poured out on Himmler in a last paroxysm of seething rage. It was, he screamed, "the most shameful betrayal in human history".

By now, Soviet troops had forced their way into Potsdamer Platz and streets in the immediate vicinity of the Reich Chancellery. They were no more than a few hundred yards away. It was time to make preparations. As long as Hitler had had a future, he had ruled out marriage. His life, he said, was devoted to Germany. There was no room for a wife. But Eva Braun had chosen to come to the bunker. And she had refused Hitler's entreaties to leave. She had committed herself to him once and for all, when others were deserting. The marriage now cost him nothing. He did it simply to please Eva Braun, to give her what she had wanted more than anything at a moment when marrying him was the least enviable fate in the world.

Not long after midnight on April 29, in the most macabre surrounds, with the bunker shaking from nearby explosions, Hitler and Eva Braun exchanged marriage vows. Goebbels and Bormann were witnesses. The rest of the staff waited outside to congratulate the newly wedded couple. Champagne, sandwiches and reminiscences -- with somewhat forced joviality -- of happier days followed.

Hitler & Eva Braun

A short time later, Hitler dictated his last will and testament. (See Below) His last words for posterity were a piece of pure self-justification. Despite all its setbacks, the six-year struggle would one day go down in history as "the most glorious and valiant manifestation of a nation's will to existence".

It had turned 4am when Hitler, looking weary, took himself off to rest. He had completed the winding-up order on the Third Reich. Only the final act of self destruction remained. The mood in the bunker sank to zero-level. Despair was written on everyone's face. All knew it was only a matter of hours before Hitler killed himself and wondered what the future held for them after his death. There was much talk of the best methods of committing suicide. Secretaries, adjutants and any others who wanted them had by then been given the brass-cased ampoules containing prussic acid.

Josef Goebbels

At dawn, Soviet artillery opened up an intensive bombardment of the Chancellery and neighbouring buildings. The battle for Berlin would in all probability be over that evening. Hitler sent for Bormann. It was around noon. He told him the time had come; he would shoot himself that afternoon. Eva Braun would also commit suicide. Their bodies were to be burnt. Hitler took lunch as usual around 1pm with his secretaries and his dietician. Eva Braun was not present. Hitler was composed, giving no hint that his death was imminent. Some time after the meal had ended, the secretaries were told that Hitler wished to say farewell to them. They joined Martin Bormann, Joseph and Magda Goebbels, General Burgdorf and General Krebs, and others from the inner circle of the bunker community. Looking more stooped than ever, Hitler, dressed as usual in his uniform jacket and black trousers, appeared alongside Eva, née Braun, who was wearing a blue dress with white trimmings. He held out his hand to each of them, muttered a few words and, within a few minutes and without further formalities, returned to his study. Eva Braun followed him. It was shortly before 3.30pm. For the next few minutes, Goebbels, Bormann and the remaining members of the bunker community waited. The only noise was the drone of the diesel ventilator. In the upstairs part of the bunker, Traudl Junge chatted with the Goebbels children as they ate their lunch. After waiting ten minutes or so, still without a sound from Hitler's room, Linge took the initiative.

Hitler with Eva Braun

He took Bormann with him and cautiously opened the door. In the cramped study, Hitler and Eva Braun sat alongside each other on the small sofa. Eva Braun was slumped to Hitler's left. A strong whiff of bitter almonds -- the distinctive smell of prussic acid -- drifted up from her body. Hitler's head drooped lifelessly. Blood dripped from a bullet-hole in his right temple. His 7.65mm Walther pistol lay by his foot.

Here is the full text of Hitler's Last Will

As I did not consider that I could take responsibility, during the years of struggle, of contracting a marriage, I have now decided, before the closing of my earthly career, to take as my wife that girl who, after many years of faithful friendship, entered, of her own free will, the practically besieged town in order to share her destiny with me. At her own desire she goes as my wife with me into death. It will compensate us for what we both lost through my work in the service of my people.

What I possess belongs - in so far as it has any value - to the Party. Should this no longer exist, to the State; should the State also be destroyed, no further decision of mine is necessary.

My pictures, in the collections which I have bought in the course of years, have never been collected for private purposes, but only for the extension of a gallery in my home town of Linz on Donau.

It is my most sincere wish that this bequest may be duly executed.

I nominate as my Executor my most faithful Party comrade,

Martin Bormann

He is given full legal authority to make all decisions. He is permitted to take out everything that has a sentimental value or is necessary for the maintenance of a modest simple life, for my brothers and sisters, also above all for the mother of my wife and my faithful co-workers who are well known to him, principally my old Secretaries Frau Winter etc. who have for many years aided me by their work.

I myself and my wife - in order to escape the disgrace of deposition or capitulation - choose death. It is our wish to be burnt immediately on the spot where I have carried out the greatest part of my daily work in the course of a twelve years' service to my people.


Given in Berlin, 29th April 1945, 4:00 a.m.
[Signed] A. Hitler


[Witnesses - Signed]
Dr. Joseph Goebbels
Martin Bormann
Colonel Nicholaus von Below

This is one of the last pictures taken of Adolf Hitler in his bunker in Berlin in 1945 as he shakes hands with Col. Gen. Ferdinand Schoerner, appointed commander in chief of the nonexistent Wehrmacht in Hitler's last will and testament. In the doorway stands Hitler's adjutant, Julius Schaub. Planning to commit suicide since he'd entered the bunker, the day after his wedding Hitler penned his last will and testament. Most of the rambling document tried to blame the war on "international politicians who either come from Jewish stock or [were] agents of Jewish interests".

And finally

Eva Braun had always known that when the time came she would willingly die with her Fuehrer. Mid afternoon on April 30, they both entered Hitler's living room. According to those who entered the room an hour later, Hitler and Eva were found sitting on this couch. Hitler was slumped over, and blood spilled over the arm of the couch. Eva was sitting at the other end. Hitler had killed himself by biting down on a cyanide capsule while pulling the trigger of a gun aimed at his head. Eva only used the cyanide capsule. Her pistol still lay on the table before her. Above, American soldiers take a close look at the couch. Bloodstains are visible on the arm.

April 2004: I got an email from a lady in the USA who said the following:

I was reading your piece on Hitler's suicide.  You may find the following of interest.  This past December ('03) my husband and I were riding a chair lift at a small ski resort in Wyoming.  On the chair with us was an older man, I'd guess a very young 80 year old, who we later learned was named Peter. As we said good morning I asked was he vacationing, as his accent was surely from somewhere in Europe. He told us no, he was from the German/Austrian border. I told him about my screenplay and he about his youth that included meeting Hitler. Peter had been in the Hitler Youth Corps, his father the head of a Panzer division. I then told him that in 1978 I suspected we had seen an elderly Hitler in a winery in California.  He said that Hitler did not kill himself and that one of his neighbors had been greeted by him at a news stand in 1947 in a town I did not catch.  At this point the chair lift ended.  It was the most fascinating 11 minutes of my life.

There have been so many different stories about the final demise of Hitler that its becoming somewhat of a myth. What really happened has been the subject of conjecture since 1945, personally I think he did die in the Reich Bunker. But I do not think we shall ever end the speculation. Many war criminals and ex German military as well as scientists, made their way to the west. Some as part of deals with the "not unsympathetic" authorities. They made bargains for their lives with their knowledge and cooperation. Many escaped imprisonment and the noose by offering information and their services to the Allies. Others escaped through the "chain", some via the Vatican, to South America and elsewhere where they vanished into obscurity.

How The Daily Mail reported Hitler's death on Wednesday 2nd May 1945. It then went into a scathing attack on Admiral Karl Doenitz calling him "the hater of Britain" amongst many other propaganda "lies". Whilst Doenitz was announcing that the fight would go on against Communism, the vast majority of Generals and High Command were already running for their lives, leaving the soldiers to fend for themselves. Doenitz was the only Commander who stayed with his sailors to the end.

Basic Generalised Facts on how young Adolph started off

Born on April 20th 1889 in the hamlet of Braunau, on the Austrian side of the German border. He was born in the Inn of Gasthof zum Pommer. He was the third son of the third marriage of a minor Austrian customs official who had been born illegitimate. For the first 39 years of his life his father bore his mothers name Schicklgruber. But his grandmother on his mothers side and grandfather on his fathers side were named Hitler, Hiedler, Huettler, Huetler. Adolf’s mother was his fathers second cousin. They were of peasant stock. Local inhabitants tended to be dour, as if life has passed them by.

 His mothers family had lived on Peasant holding No 37 for four generations. Adolf’s grandfather had been a wandering miller. By Notary, the family name was changed in 1876 to Hitler. Some Germans have speculated that, if he had not been a Hitler, instead a Schicklgurber, would he even have made it to the Chancellery? “Heil Schicklgruber” does not have the same ring to it. Hitlers parents had their first child four months after their marriage but the child died in infancy. As did the second child Ida, born in 1886. Adolf, their third, was then born. Edmund, a brother of Hitler later also died, living only 6 years. Paula the last, lived to survive her famous brother.

 Hitlers half brother, Alois, was in and out of prison in Germany. Fled to England, where he started a family, then deserted it. When the NAZI party came to power, Alois opened a small beer keller in Berlin which, during the early war, food scarce, he always seems to have been well stocked and was frequented by Nazi officials. Hitler refered to him scarcely.  Alois refused to discuss his half brother, probably a wise decision.

Adolph, at the age of 6, was educated in Fischlham, southwest of Linz. By this time his retired father was 58 and was restless, a trait apparent on the fathers side of the family. By the time Adolph was 15, he had been in seven different addresses and five different schools. For 2 years he attended classes at the Benedictine Monastery at Lambach. Sang in the choir and, according to his own admissions, dreamed of taking Holy Orders. A consequence of his fathers plans for his son involving the civil service and art, resulted in Hitler stopping taking lessons. Up to this point his grades had been good, but now tailed away dismally. He gradated with low marks and never forgave his teachers. Thus the young Adolph took to life.

Adolph The Man

Sept 2013: A story related on a local history facebook page tells us of how a young german boy got to know Hitler via his neighbour, a lady called Eva Braun. He recalls a man who always had a sweet in his pocket for him, who would sit him on his knee and read stories to him, giving character to all the voices. Eva always had cakes, and this young boy loved cakes! He described him as kind and had a deep rich voice although earlier disbelieved by some. When some tape recordings were found of Hitler, recordings unknown to Hitler, this voice was confirmed, What he did not know of course was that this man upon whose knee he sat, listening to stories, was, at the same time, giving out orders that were killing millons of children just like him. Hitler had two sides. The caring loving man that he knew and the consumate actor who ranted at Generals, held crowds spellbound by his speeches, and obliterated enemies by the millions. He says that Hitler had the public side and the 'nice' side, 'I would not say it was 'good'. (This man was bad enough, but Stalin was much much worse - mk).

The boy is now an elderly citizen of England, and has been for many many years. His name is Alfred Nestor, and is a successful author who lives in Wallasey. Two of his book are listed below this article.

Link below