The Fall of Berlin

Before the previous forum was hacked, in IIRC it was in KG_Panzerchreck's thread on the Russian war dead that I commented that I would post a good article (at least IMO) regarding the final battle for Berlin from an old MHQ magazine issue I have. Anyway now that the site is up (and with VE day fast approaching) I thought I'd post it. It's a good article albeit quite a long read.

Assault on the Reichstag
by Antony Beevor

The assault on the Reichstag, the home of the German parliament in Berlin, was planned for dawn on April 30, 1945. Soviet commanders were desperate to capture it in time for the May Day parade in Moscow. Yet the pressure for results came from those in the chain of command who assumed that nothing had changed, not from Soviet leader Josef Stalin. It is notable that once the city had been completely surrounded, preventing any American access, Stalin had relaxed and made no attempt to interfere in decisions on the ground. The Reichstag, nevertheless, remained the chosen symbol for victory over the "Fascist Beast," and so it was naturally the main focal point for Soviet propaganda.

A war correspondent, summoned to 'the headquarters of the 150th Rifle Division just a few hours before the assault, was told to hand over his pistol. He did so, horrified that he was being sent home for some misdemeanor. But the captain who had taken it from him put his mind at rest when he came back into the room with a fresh weapon. "The order has come through," he said, "that everyone going to the Reichstag must be armed with a submachine gun."

Amid sporadic fire, the journalist was taken on a zigzag route to the Ministry of the Interior. Fighting still continued on the upper floors, as the explosions of grenades and the rattle of submachine guns made clear. In the basement, however, battalion cooks, with almost as much noise, were preparing breakfast for the assault groups. On the first floor, Captain Neustroev, a battalion commander about to lead the assault on the Reichstag, was trying to orient himself. He kept glancing down at his map and then up at the gray building ahead. His regimental commander, impatient at the delay, appeared.

"There's a gray building in the way," explained Neustroev. The regimental commander grabbed the map from him and studied their position again. "Neustroev!" he replied in exasperation. "That is the Reichstag!" The young battalion commander had not been able to imagine that their final objective could be so close.
The journalist peered from a window. The Konigsplatz outside was "covered with flashes and fire and exploding shells and the interrupted lines of tracer bursts," he wrote. The Reichstag lay less than 450 yards beyond. "If there had been no fighting," he added, "this distance could be crossed in a few minutes, but now it seemed impassable, covered with shell holes, railway sleepers, pieces of wire and trenches."

The German defenders had dug a network of defenses all round the Reichstag. Most daunting of all, a water obstacle ran right across the middle of the Konigsplatz. This was a tunnel that had collapsed from bombing and filled with water seeping in from the Spree River. It had been dug as part of exploratory work for Albert Speer's vast Volkshalle, the centerpiece of the new Nazi capital of Germania. In this devastated "Hieronymus Bosch landscape," practical jokers had propped up on stones the heads of caryatids blasted by Allied bombs off the Reichstag's facade.

Once breakfast was dished up, the journalist wrote, "Everyone started checking their weapons and spare magazines." Then at 6, the first company charged out. They had "hardly gone fifty meters when the hurricane of fire from the enemy made them lie down." Two rather reduced battalions made a dash forward soon afterward, but many were killed. Heavy fire was also coming from the Kroll Opera House on the west side of the Konigsplatz, as well as from the Reichstag itself. With the assault force trapped in the crossfire, another division was rapidly deployed to deal with the Kroll Opera House, but first it had to clear the buildings behind, on the embankment. More self-propelled guns and tanks were also brought over the Moltke Bridge during the course of the morning to support the infantry on the Konigsplatz. The smoke and dust from the bombardment was so thick that the soldiers could not see the sky.

With heavy artillery and tank fire supporting them, 'the 150th Rifle Division battalions reached the water-filled tunnel soon after 11 A.M. But when another huge effort was made two hours later, heavy fire came from their right rear. The German antiaircraft guns on the top of the Zoo flak tower, one and a quarter miles away, had opened up on them. They were forced to take cover again and wait until nightfall. During the afternoon, the 171st Rifle Division continued clearing buildings of the diplomatic quarter on the north side of the Konigsplatz, and more self-propelled guns and tanks moved up. Some ninety guns, including 152mm and 203mm howitzers, as well as Katyusha rocket launchers, fired continuously at the Reichstag. It says much for the solidity of its construction fifty years before, during the Second Reich, that it withstood such a pounding.

Another prominent building heavily bombarded that morning was Hermann Goring's Air Ministry on the Wilhelmstrasse, its Ferro-concrete construction also resisted well. Because of its solidity and proximity to the Reich Chancellery, it had become an assembly point for uniformed Nazi Party members pretending that they were part of the great battle. The mixture of uniforms was striking. Along with Luftwaffe and Waffen SS, there was an elderly Volkssturm officer in his Wilhelmine uniform from World War I, who appeared "to have escaped from a waxworks museum," according to the journalist.

The government district was now heavily garrisoned with all the troops that had relocated into it-in all, nearly one hundred thousand men, including a large proportion of foreign SS. But the escape route to the west was effectively cut off. The Eighth Guards Army in the southern part of the Tiergarten and the Third Shock Army in the north were held back only by fire from the huge Zoo flak tower. Beyond them the one remaining corps of First Ukrainian Front commander Marshal Ivan Konev's tank troops coming from the north had occupied most of Charlottenburg. Farther to the west, Hitler Youth detachments still held parts of the Heerstrasse and the Pichelsdorf Bridge over the Havel. They also held on at the bridge to Spandau, just over one and a quarter miles to the north.

The French Waffen SS on the Wilhemstrasse were so hungry on that cold and rainy morning that when somebody brought in a frightened enemy soldier, they immediately grabbed his little canvas ration bag. Their prisoner kept telling them that he was not Russian but Ukrainian and that there would be a big attack on the next day. By then the Charlemagne battalion was down to less than thirty men, and they had used up a large proportion of the Panzerfaust reserves from the Reich Chancellery. The last few Tigers of the SS Hermann von Salza battalion had, meanwhile, been withdrawn to the Tiergarten to take on the tanks supporting the Third Shock Army and the Eighth Guards Army.

In the Fuhrer bunker, the morning of Adolf Hitler's death was "like any other, with officers coming and going." Yet the atmosphere was tense and emotional. Hitler, terrified that the poison would not work, had insisted the day before that one of Dr. Ludwig Stumpfegger's cyanide capsules should be tested. BIondi, Hitler's adored German shepherd bitch, was the obvious candidate. His passion for the breed dated back to 1921 when he had been given one in the depths of his poverty. He did not have enough space to keep it where he was living and had to lodge the dog elsewhere, but the animal escaped to return to him. This incident appears to have contributed greatly to Hitler's obsession with unconditional loyalty. But Biondi's absolute devotion was not enough to save her, nor her four puppies, which were taken up to the Reich Chancellery garden to be killed. The children of Reich Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels had been playing with the large-pawed puppies only a short time before.

Apart from SS Reichsfuhrer Heinrich Himmler's betrayal, Hitler's other great preoccupation remained his fear of being taken alive by the Russians. News had come through of Benito Mussolini's execution by partisans and how the bodies of II Duce and his mistress, Clara Petacci, had been hoisted upside down in Milan. A transcript of the radio report had been prepared in the special outsize "Fuehrer typeface," which saved Hitler from wearing spectacles. It was presumably Hitler who underlined the words "hanged upside down" in pencil. Hitler was in any case determined that his own body should be burned to prevent its exhibition in Moscow. But the historical record also concerned him deeply. His bride, Eva Braun, was a willing companion in suicide, but if she had not been, he clearly would not have wanted her left alive for interrogation by his enemies. Death had been an inescapable clause in the contract.

During the night, confirmation had been received from Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel, head of the German Armed Forces High Command, that no relief could be expected. And that morning, following the intense artillery bombardment of the government quarter, the commander of the defenses around the Reichstag and Chancellery, SS Brig. Gen. Wilhelm Mohnke, said that they had two days or less. The commandant of the city, Lt. Gen. Helmuth Weidling, who had arrived in the latter part of the morning, estimated that resistance would collapse that night due to lack of ammunition. He again asked for permission to break out of Berlin. Hitler would not give an immediate answer.

At about the time Weidling was with Hitler, Eva Braun took Traudl Junge, one of Hitler's secretaries, to her room. She presented her with a silver fox fur cape, which she would clearly never wear again. Junge wondered what Hitler and his wife talked about when they were alone. They lacked the subjects of conversation of most newly married couples. She also wondered how she was to escape from the center of Berlin in a silver fox cape. (Hitler's presents to Braun had certainly improved in recent years. In 1937, his Christmas present to her had been "a book on Egyptian tombs.")

General Weidling meanwhile returned to his headquarters at the Bendlerblock, the old army headquarters on the Bendlerstrasse. These journeys through the shelling, dashing bent double from ruin to ruin, were exhausting for a man in his fifties. At 1 P.M., no more than an hour after his return, an SS lieutenant escorted by a small detachment arrived from the Reich Chancellery. He handed over a letter. The large envelope had the eagle and swastika and "Der Fuhrer" embossed in gold capitals. Hitler informed Weidling that there was to be absolutely no question of capitulation. A breakout was permitted only if it were to join other combat formations. "If they cannot be found, then the fight is to be continued in small groups in the Forests"-the very forests that the Fuhrer had refused to "wander about in." Weidling was elated. One of the Warren SS Nordland Divison's reconnaissance vehicles was sent round from position to position to warn commanders to prepare. They were going to break out westward via Charlottenburg at 10 that night.

Before lunch, Hitler summoned his personal adjutant, Major Otto Gtinsche, and gave him careful instructions on the disposal of his own corpse and that of his wife. (The very detailed investigation by SMERSH, the Soviet secret police's counterintelligence organization, during the first few days of May concluded that Hitler's chauffeur, Erich Kempka, had received orders on April 29, the previous day, to send over jerry cans of petrol from the Reich Chancellery garage.). Hitler then had lunch with his dietician, Constanze Manzialy, and his two secretaries, Junge and Gerda Christian. Eva Braun, who had presumably lost her appetite, did not join them. Although Hitler appeared quite calm, little conversation was attempted.

After lunch, he joined his wife in her bedroom. A little later, they both appeared in the anteroom corridor where Gunsche had assembled the inner circle. Goebbels, Hitler's chief deputy Martin Bormann, chief of the German general staff Lt. Gen. Hans Krebs, Chief Adjutant General Wilhelm Burgdorf, and the two secretaries made their final farewells. Magda Goebbels, evidently in a disturbed state, remained in her bunker room, which she had taken over from the Fuhrer's physician, Dr. Theodor Morell. Hitler wore his usual attire of "black trousers and a grey-green military jacket," with a white shirt and tie, which distinguished him from other Nazi Party leaders. Eva Braun wore a dark dress with "pink flowers on the front." Hitler shook hands with his closest associates in a distant manner, and then left them.

The lower bunker was then cleared, but instead of sepulchral silence, a loud noise of partying came from upstairs in the Reich Chancellery canteen. Rochus Misch, the SS telephonist, was ordered to ring to stop this levity, but nobody answered. Another guard was sent up to stop the festivities. Gunsche and two other SS officers stood in the corridor with instructions to preserve the Fuhrer’s final privacy, but again it was broken, this time by Magda Goebbels begging to see him. She pushed past Gunsche as the door was opened, but Hitler sent her away. She returned to her room sobbing.

Nobody seems to have heard the shot that Hitler fired into his own head. Not long after 3:15 P.M., Hitler's valet, Heinz Linge, followed by Gunsche, Goebbels, Bormann, and the recently arrived leader of the Hitler Youth, Artur Axmann, entered the Fuhrer’s sitting room. Others peered over their shoulders before the door was shut in their faces. Gunsche and Linge carried Hitler's corpse, wrapped in a Wehrmacht blanket, out into the corridor and then up the stairs to the Reich Chancellery garden. At some point, Linge managed to steal his master's watch, although it did him little good because he had to get rid of it later before Soviet troops took him prisoner. Eva Braun's body-her lips apparently puckered from the poison-was carried up and laid next to Hitler's, not far from the bunker exit. The two corpses were then drenched in petrol from the jerry cans. Goebbels, Bormann, Krebs, and Burgdorf followed to pay their last respects. They raised their arms in the Hitler salute as a burning torch of paper or rag was dropped onto the two corpses. One of the SS guards, who had been drinking with the party in the canteen, watched from a side door. He hurried down the steps to the bunker. "The chief's on fire," he called to Rochus Misch. "Do you want to come have a look?"

The Third Shock Army's SMERSH detachment had received instructions the day before to start making its way toward the government district. It soon discovered that its eventual destination was Hitler's Reich Chancellery. "The information which the intelligence people had was scarce and self-contradictory and unreliable," wrote Yelena Rzhevskaya, the SMERSH group interpreter. A reconnaissance company had been allotted the task of taking Hitler alive, but they still did not know for certain whether he was in Berlin. The SMERSH group interrogated a "tongue," but he was just a fifteen-year-old Hitler Youth "with blood-shot eyes and cracked lips." He had been shooting at them, noted Rzhevskaya: "now he is sitting here looking around but not understanding anything. Just a boy." They had more luck on that evening of April 29. A nurse was caught trying to get through the lines to her mother. She had pulled off her uniform cap. The day before she had been with the wounded in the Reich Chancellery bunker. She had heard there that Hitler was "in the basement."

Rzhevskaya described how their American jeep took them though barricades, which had been blasted open, and over tank ditches, partly filled with rubble and empty fuel barrels dropped by advancing tanks: "The air thickened as we approached the center. Anyone who was in Berlin in those days will remember that acrid, fume-laden air, dark with smoke and brick dust, and the constant feeling of grittiness on one's teeth."

They soon had to abandon their vehicle because of the shelling and the streets blocked with rubble. Their map of the city proved of little help. Street signs had been destroyed in the shelling, so they had to ask Germans the way. Along their route they encountered signalers crawling through holes in walls, unrolling land-line cables, a hay cart bringing up forage, and wounded soldiers being taken to the rear. Above them, sheets and pillowcases hung from windows in signs of surrender. During heavy shelling, they made their way underground from cellar to cellar. "When will this nightmare end?" German women asked her. In the street, she came across "an elderly woman, hatless and with a prominent white armband, taking a boy and girl across the road. Both of them, their hair neatly combed, were also wearing white armbands. As she passed us, the woman cried out regardless of whether or not she was understood: 'They are orphans. Our house was bombed. I am taking them somewhere else. They are orphans.'"

The six Goebbels children did not face the risk of becoming orphans. Their parents intended to take them with them, or more precisely, send them on ahead.

The Goebbels children seem to have quite enjoyed the novelty of life in the bunker. The boy, Helmuth, used to pronounce on every explosion that shook the place, as if it were all a great game. "Uncle Adolf' had spoiled them with sandwiches and cakes, all served on a tea table with starched, monogrammed cloth. They were even permitted to use his private bath, the only one in the bunker. But their parents had already decided on their future. On the evening of April 27, Magda Goebbels had intercepted the recently arrived SS doctor, Helmuth Kunz, in the bunker corridor. "She said that she needed to speak to me about something terribly important," Kunz told his Soviet interrogators shortly after the event. "She immediately added that the situation was such that it was most likely that she and I would have to kill her children. I agreed."

The children were not told what had happened on that afternoon of April 30, but they must have realized afterward from the overwrought state of their mother that something terrible had taken place. Amid the portentous events, nobody had remembered to give them any lunch until Junge suddenly remembered.

While the bodies still smoldered in the ruined garden upstairs, the mood of most of those in the bunker had lightened. Many began to drink heavily. Bormann's mind, however, was preoccupied with the succession and the next Nazi government. He sent a signal to Grand Admiral Karl Donitz at his headquarters at Plon on the Baltic coast near Kiel. This simply informed Donitz of his appointment as the Fuhrer’s successor instead of Reichsmarschall Goring: "Written authority is on its way. You will immediately take all such measures as the situation requires." He avoided telling Donitz that the Fuhrer was dead, presumably because he had no real power base without Hitler. Worst of all, Himmler was at Plon with Donitz, and the admiral had not arrested him for treason. If Bormann was to stand a chance of joining the new Nazi government and dealing with Himmler, then he needed to get out of Berlin, yet Goebbels, Krebs, and Burgdorf all intended to stay and commit suicide.

In the center of Berlin, the intensely claustrophobic life of those trapped in bomb shelters and cellars continued. With the total collapse of a structured existence, people tried to calm themselves by creating some sort of routine. In one cellar quite close to the government district, a tailor's wife spread a napkin on her lap at precisely set times, then cut small pieces of bread and covered them with a little jam. She then distributed these to her husband, daughter, and disabled son.

Many were on the edge of nervous breakdown. A young woman with a thin little son could not stop talking about her husband, a fireman who had been sent to the front. She had not seen him for two years. Her way of coping with the anxiety had been to make a list of jobs for him to do in the apartment, to replace a door handle, a window catch. But now their house had burned down in the shelling. "The boy was making painful grimaces," the interpreter Rzhevskaya noted while waiting for the Reich Chancellery to be captured. "It was apparently difficult for him to put up with his mother's story for the hundredth time."

The fear of unjustified reprisal in the chaos of the fighting made everyone afraid. Women, when they had a chance to slip back upstairs to their apartments, tore up and burned photographs of Hitler or anything else that might indicate support for the regime. They even felt obliged to destroy their most recent photographs of husbands, brothers, or fiancées because they were taken in Wehrmacht uniform.

Few people had any idea of what was really happening around them in Berlin, let alone in the outside world. The Ravensbruck concentration camp for women to the north of Berlin was liberated that day by Marshal Konstantin Rokossovsky's Second Belorussian Front. The Western Allies also discovered that Rokossovsky's headlong advance across Mecklenburg had given the Kremlin the idea of seizing Denmark. The British reacted rapidly, advancing toward Hamburg and the Baltic coast at Kiel to forestall them.

Also on April 30, President Harry Truman informed General George C. Marshall, U.S. Army chief of staff, of the British request that General George Patton's Third Army should be directed to liberate Prague before the Red Army arrived. "Personally," Marshall told Allied commander Dwight D. Eisenhower, "and aside from all logistical, tactical or strategical implications, I would be loath to hazard American lives for purely political purposes."

The American leaders still failed to grasp the fact that the German army was desperate to surrender to them while resisting the Red Army at all costs. Franz von Papen, who had enabled Hitler to come to power in 1933, had told his American interrogators in the third week of April that Germans were afraid that all males would be taken into slavery in the Soviet Union. They suspected that "a secret agreement was made at Yalta whereby the Russians were promised sufficient manpower for what they considered their needs."

The SS lieutenant who had brought Hitler's message that morning returned at 6 in the evening to General Weidling's command post under the Bendlerblock. Weidling and his staff were finalizing their plans for the breakout that night, which Hitler had authorized. The lieutenant had brought a message ordering that all plans for a breakout were to be put aside. Weidling was to report at once to the Reich Chancellery.

When Weidling reached the Fuhrer bunker, he was met by Goebbels, Bormann, and Krebs. They took him to Hitler's room, where the couple had committed suicide, and told him that their bodies had been burned and buried in a shell crater in the garden above. Weidling was forced to swear that he would not repeat this news to anybody. The only person in the outside world who was to be informed was Stalin. An attempt would be made that night to arrange an armistice, and General Krebs would inform the Soviet commander so that he could inform the Kremlin.

A rather dazed Weidling rang Colonel Hans Refior, his chief of staff, in the Bendlerblock headquarters soon afterward. He said that he could not tell him what had happened, but he needed various members of his staff to join him immediately, including Colonel Theodor von Dufving.

Heavy guns continued to thunder away at the Reichstag, less than a mile to the north of the Reich Chancellery. Captain Neustroev, the commander of one of the assault battalions, found himself being pestered by sergeants who wanted their platoons to have the honor of being the first into the objective. Each one dreamed of raising the Third Shock Army's red banner over it. Everlasting Soviet glory would be attached to the deed. One banner party was formed entirely from Komsomol members. The banner party selected by the political department for; Neustroev's battalion included a Georgian, picked as "a special present to Stalin." Certain nationalities - such as Chechens, Kamlyks, and Crimean Tartars - were rigorously excluded, because it was forbidden to recommend for Hero of the Soviet Union any member of an ethnic group that had been condemned to exile. Their divisional commander, General V.M. Shatilov, who in a moment of misplaced optimism had encouraged Front Headquarters to think that the Reichstag had been taken already-the news had been flashed to Moscow was now ordering his commanders to get a red banner onto the building at any cost. Darkness came early because of the thick smoke, and around 6 P.M. the three rifle regiments of the 150th Rifle Division charged the building, closely supported by tanks.

The riflemen, finding that the windows and doors had been blocked or bricked up, needed the heavy guns to blast a way in for them. They eventually forced their way through to the main hall, only to find the German defenders firing down at them with Panzerfausts or throwing grenades from the stone balconies above. One of the attackers, Senior Lieutenant Belyaev, vividly remembered the splattering of blood on the huge stone columns.

The casualties were terrible, but the Red Army soldiers, using the usual combination of grenades and submachine guns, began to fight their way up the broad staircases, firing from behind balustrades. Part of the German garrison-a mixture of sailors, SS, Hitler Youth-withdrew into the basement. The rest conducted a fighting retreat upward and back along the corridors. Fires, ignited by Panzerfausts and hand grenades, started in many rooms, and soon the great halls began to fill with smoke.

It was like a deadly rugby match. While the loose scrum fought in chaos, two men of the banner group tried to slip past to race for the roof with their red flag. They managed to reach the second floor, before they were pinned down by machinegun fire. The regiment claimed that a second attempt at 10:50 succeeded, and the red flag flew from the cupola of the Reichstag. This version must be treated with extreme caution, since Soviet propaganda was fixated with the idea of the Reichstag being captured by May 1.

Whatever the exact time, the "hoisting of the Red Flag of Victory" was a superficial gesture at that stage, since even the official accounts acknowledge the ferocity of the fighting, which continued all night. As the Soviet troops fought their way upstairs, the Germans from the cellars attacked them from behind. At one point Lieutenant Klochkov saw a group of his soldiers crouched in a circle as if examining something on the floor. They all suddenly leaped back together, and he saw that it was a hole. The group had just dropped grenades in unison onto the heads of unsuspecting Germans on the floor below.

In the center of Berlin that night the flames in bombarded buildings cast strange shadows and a red glow on the otherwise dark streets. The soot and dust in the air made it almost unbreathable. From time to time there was the thunder of masonry collapsing. And to add to the terrifying effect, searchlight beams moved around above, searching a night sky in which the Luftwaffe had ceased to exist.

An exhausted group of foreign Waffen SS soldiers sought shelter in the cellars of the Hotel Continental. The place was already full of women and children who eyed the battle-worn soldiers uneasily. The manager approached them and asked if they would go instead to the air raid shelter in the Jakobstrasse. The SS volunteers felt a bitter resentment that they who had been sacrificing their lives were now cold-shouldered. They turned and left. Fighting soldiers found themselves treated as pariahs. They were no longer brave defenders, but a danger. In hospitals, including one of the military lazarette, nurses’ immediately confiscated weapons so that when the Russians arrived, they had no excuse to shoot the wounded.

The former commander of the Scandinavian Nordland Division, Brig. Gen. Joachim Ziegler, who had been with Mohnke in the Reich Chancellery, suddenly turned up in the Air Ministry. He did not need to be told how desperate the situation was. But then, to everyone's astonishment, a platoon of just over twenty Warren SS commanded by a Belgian arrived. They were laughing, wrote another soldier present, "as if we had just won the war." This group had come from a tank-hunting sortie round the Anhalter Bahnhof and claimed that it had now become "a tank graveyard." An extraordinary comradeship of the damned had grown up among the foreign volunteers defending the last bastion of German nationalism. A Nordland section in the Air Ministry contained not just Scandinavians, but also three Latvians and "our two Ivans," who were no doubt Hiwis, Soviet-born helpers, absorbed into the fighting ranks.

Colonel Refior in the Bendlerblock received a call from the Reich Chancellery. He was to start sending messages to the Red Army command in Berlin informing them that General Krebs wanted to arrange a time and place for negotiations.

The whole process of arranging a cease-fire in the Eighth Guards Army's sector took from 10 at night until the early hours of the next morning, which was May 1. Colonel General Vasily Chuikov, the army's commander, gave orders for Krebs' safe conduct to his headquarters, a semi-suburban house at Schulenburgring on the west side of Tempelhof aerodome. Chuikov had been celebrating with the writer Vsevolod Vishnevsky, the poet Evgenia Dolmatovsky, and the composer Matvei Blanter, who had been sent to Berlin to compose a victory hymn.

General Krebs, accompanied by Colonel yon Dufving and 1st Lt. Neilandis, a Latvian acting as Dufving's interpreter, went to the front line around 10 that night. Krebs himself, while remaining an apostle of total resistance, had been brushing up his Russian each day for the last month or so in the privacy of his shaving mirror.
The German plenipotentiaries were brought into Chuikov's headquarters just before 4 A.M. The composer Blanter, the only member of the merrymakers not in uniform, was pushed into a cupboard. Vishnevsky and the poet Dolmatovsky, who were in uniform as war correspondents, pretended to be staff officers.

"What I am about to say," Krebs began, "is absolutely secret. You are the first foreigner to know that on April 3O, Adolf Hitler committed suicide."
'We know that," Chuikov replied in a straight lie to disconcert his opponent.

Krebs then read Hitler's political testament and a statement from Goebbels calling for "a satisfactory way out for the nations who had suffered most from the war." Vishnevsky, who was sitting on Chuikov's right, took down the whole conversation in his notebook.
Chuikov then rang Marshal Georgi Zhukov, commander of the First Belorussian Front, at his headquarters in Strausberg and brought him up to date on developments. Zhukov immediately sent his deputy, General Vasily Sokolovsky, to Chuikov's headquarters. He did not want Chuikov, his main critic, to be able to claim that he had taken the German surrender. Zhukov then rang Stalin, who was at his dacha. General Nikolay Vlasik, the chief of his security guard, answered. "Comrade Stalin has just gone to bed," he told Zhukov. "Please wake him up. The matter is urgent and it cannot wait until the morning."
When the Soviet leader picked up the phone a few minutes later, Marshal Zhukov told him the news of Hitler's suicide.

"Now he's had it, " Stalin commented. "Pity we couldn't take him alive. Where's Hitler's corpse?"
"According to General Krebs, his body was burned."
"Tell Sokolovsky no negotiations except for unconditional capitulation; either with Krebs or any others of Hitler's lot. And don't ring me until the morning if there is nothing urgent. I want to have some rest before the parade."

Zhukov had completely forgotten that later the same morning the May Day parade would take place in Red Square. Soviet security chief Lavrenty Beria had even lifted the curfew on Moscow especially for the event. Zhukov thought of the capital's garrison moving to take up position for the parade, of the Soviet leaders assembling on the Lenin mausoleum and then the march past.

Every time Chuikov, who knew nothing of what had really happened on the German side, brought up the subject of surrender, Krebs played the role of a diplomat, not a soldier. He tried to argue that the Donitz government must first of all be recognized by the Soviet Union. Only then could Germany surrender to the Red Army and thus prevent "the traitor" Himmler from achieving a separate agreement with the Americans and British. But Chuikov, with his strong streak of peasant cunning, soon recognized this tactic for what it was.

General Sokolovsky, who had joined the group facing Krebs, eventually rang Zhukov.

"They are being very tricky," he told him. "Krebs declares that he is not empowered to take decisions concerning unconditional surrender. According to him, only the new government headed by Donitz can. Krebs is trying to make a truce with us. I think we should send them to the devil's grandmother if they don't agree to unconditional surrender immediately."

"You're right, Vasily Danilovich," Zhukov replied. "Tell him that if Goebbels and Bormann do not agree to unconditional surrender, we'll blast Berlin into ruins." After consultation with the Soviet armed forces' supreme headquarters, Stavka, Zhukov set a limit of 10:15 on that morning of May l.

No answer was received. At twenty-five minutes past the deadline, the First Belorussian Front unleashed "a hurricane of fire" on the remains of the city center.

The dawn of May Day in the center of Berlin revealed exhausted Soviet soldiers sleeping on pavement up against the walls of buildings. Rzhevskaya, the interpreter awaiting the capture of the Reich Chancellery, saw one soldier sleeping in the fetus position, with a piece of broken door as pillow. Those who had awakened were retying their foot bandages. They had no idea of Hitler's suicide the afternoon before. Some of them still called "Hitler durak!"-"Hitler's a blockhead"-at German prisoners.

The Fuhrer's death was kept a closely guarded secret on the German side throughout the night and into the next morning, when just a few senior officers were informed. Mohnke, taking SS Brig. Gen. Gustav Krukenberg into his confidence, could not forego the crass pomposity of Nazi rhetoric. "A blazing comet is extinguished," he told him.
Officers awaited word of negotiations, but the suddenly renewed storm of fire in the middle of the morning spoke for itself. General Krebs had failed to achieve a cease-fire. The Soviet commanders had insisted on unconditional surrender, and Goebbels had refused. The massed artillery and Katyusha launchers of the Third Shock Army, the Eighth Guards Army, and the Fifth Shock Army blasted away again at semi-ruined buildings.

At the Reichstag, the fighting inside was still savage, which made rather a mockery of raising the red banner of victory before midnight on May Day. One Soviet soldier who tried to throw back a German grenade misjudged his aim. It bounced off the door lintel and exploded at his feet, blowing them off. Soldiers on both sides fought on, exhausted and thirsty, their throats and noses raw from dust and smoke. It made one Soviet officer keep thinking of the Reichstag fire in 1933, which Hitler had used to crush the German Communist Party.

The firing did not die down until the late afternoon. Germans in the cellars shouted that they wanted to negotiate with a senior officer. The young Captain Neustroev told Lieutenant Berest to pretend to be a colonel. He gave him a sheepskin coat to hide his shoulder boards and sent him forth to negotiate. Shortly afterward, Germans began to appear from the basement, dirty and unshaven in their ragged uniforms, with their eyes flickering nervously around and "smiling like obedient dogs." Some three hundred enemy soldiers and officers laid down their weapons. Nearly two hundred had been killed. In the improvised dressing station in the basement lay another five hundred, although many of them had been wounded earlier. The battle for the Reichstag was over.

[KG_Panzerschreck]

Antony Beevor, while a very good writer, has been accused in the past as sympathetic to the russian side of things in ww2. i have seen flashes of that in his writing, i have his books on Stalingrad & Kursk, but he seem to pick and choose his spots were he does this. also i belive part of why he does this is to get access to the treasure trove of russian classified documents that he always seems to get first perusal on...

[KG_Kharkov]

I thought both his books on Stalingrad and Berlin were excellent and well balanced. I think it's great that he has access to Russian sources and unlike Glantz isn't a Soviet cheerleader.

[KG_Noggs]

yep im recording all the shows during VE week on the history channel!

[KG_Panzerschreck]

i agree with you kharkov, hes no cheerleader like glantz. but he does hint at it occasionally, just my humble opinion.

[KG_Cloghaun]

I read this book, "The Fall of Berlin", by Beevor and I thought it was excellent. It's the most riveting account I've ever read about the end of the war. Then again, I haven't read Ryan's book yet. Looking forward to reading his book on Stalingrad which I know comes highly recommended.

Beevor is no Glantz, not by a long shot, imo.

Ofcourse, I can't really judge. I've read so many German perspective books on the Russian front it's awfully hard to be impartial. All I know is the book Glantz edited for the MotherLands perspective on the Korsun Pocket is pure fiction and reads like a childrens novel.