THERE I WAS- BERLIN 1945

Second in the series

    I was a combat photographer for military intelligence so I was right there for both the fall of Berlin and what happened afterwards. It had been a long and costly war with heavy causalities on both sides as well as scores of inhumane actions. In fact inhumane actions were more common the any other kind. By this time the soldiers of the motherland were in no mood to treat the nazi people kindly and they saw no reason to do so. After all the nazis had shown how to treat conquered people had they not. Almost every man had lost family and comrades to the nazi beasts.  Even as our glorious artillery thundered death overhead the reprisals were starting. Those telephone poles still standing were festooned with the dead bodies of German men who for whatever reason had angered the revenging forces of the motherland. If one looked in corners and houses the women of those men. Some dead, others merely raped and brutalized. If you saw a line at the door of a house and were to follow it in most often you would find one or more german females being introduced to the valor of our soldiers. 
    I took many pictures of dead women and every one of the crimes was blamed of the retreating nazi forces. There were even a few where a dead german was posed with a murdered woman and the caption telling how he was caught in the act and executed by outraged soviet soldiers. The truth that I never dared tell was that most if not all of those women were raped and killed by our men and not the nazis. Were I to have said any such thing before now I would be dead or in some prison wishing I was dead. The other secret that has been kept to now is that the rapes and murders were not the work of a few subhuman soldiers but were the work of many otherwise fine men. The word was spread that whatever we did to the hated Germans was to be considered as just retribution and there would be no punishment or even investigations. This was spread by the lower level commanders and noncoms while the high command looked the other way. It is a sad fact that many if not most of our troops committed crimes during the last days of the great patriotic war and it is something that still stains our honor. Babies do die on war as do their mothers but to have them die on the point of a bayonet or after being raped is wrong. I live with what I have seen every day but the time for silence has passed.    
     I watched as one girl was literally fucked to death by members of the victorious red army. She was only just budding and had already seen her mother, grandmother, and sister raped and bayoneted to death. Her young body was tied to a table in such a manner as to allow both ere holes to be used as well as having her head bent backwards to allow those interested to fill her pretty mouth. To my everlasting shame I was one of the men who took her. Her ordeal lasted a day , a night , and most of the next day before her body finally gave up. She had to have been  taken by perhaps two hundred men and at the end she was literally gushing men’s spunk with every thrust of a prick into her body. There was a pool on the ground between her legs and her belly and tits were covered with white fluid. Her picture was used to prove the inhumanity of the nazi beasts.
    Power poles were decorated with the naked bodies of  females, each one with its own horror story to tell if only the rope around their necks would have let them speak. The rape of Berlin lasted far past the end of any serious fighting and stopped only when people from other countries entered the city. A few even got there before it ended and they saw the truth but not one survived to speak of it. Berlin was then a dangerous place. 
    Now the truth will be told. As soon as I finish this report I will push the key on my computer and send my pictures to a place where they can b seen by all who wish to gaze upon the truth. They will be sickened and shocked but will know the truth. It may mean my death but I am ready to die. I still see her face as I took her and I am very tired of her image. Goodbye and farewell.