But alas, Hitler's edict had no resemblance to the real world. For months, his emir-umrah has been hiding the truth from him. Those who have not concealed the truth, those who are extremely fortunate, have been humiliated and dismissed, others are being concentrated in camps, hanged in prisons, or flogged by the whip of Hitler's boss. Hitler was not told the truth, that battalion after battalion was wiped out, where Hitler thought the whole division was there, doubting whether he had one-tenth, there was a gun in three sepoys, the number of totars was so limited that if the enemy fired ten shots, they would shoot once; Hitler knew that fighter jets were running low on fuel, but in his absence he was not fully informed that hundreds of airplanes were being destroyed by enemy bombers on the ground.
Hitler unfolds a giant militant map on a table in the conference room of the bunker, decorating his imaginary army, tanks, armored vehicles with red-and-blue colored buttons, and deciding which troops to join and which to attack from where. He has taken it upon himself to arrange for these generals to understand the situation of the colonels in some places. Giving orders sitting in the underground bunker. Towards the end of the war, the US-British bombers, the fighter jets, established a monopoly in the German skies, and dropped day and night bombs, almost ruining the city of Berlin. Hitler did not go out to investigate the situation for a day or an hour. Lest reality disrupt his inspiration. On the other hand, when the German bombers were raging in London at the beginning of the war, Churchill was often seen walking around with a huge cigar and encouraging the public on the day of grief - and they were saying, come on, we are here too - the Good Old Winnie. (2)