Travels back to World War II. I am Führer
I, Hitler, awoke one morning in 1943 with an extra memory from the 21st century lodged in my mind. I knew Berlin would ultimately be reduced to ruins, but I vowed to change that fate. Yet when I truly began steering this war machine with modern thinking, I realized the most terrifying thing wasn't the inevitable defeat-it was seeing every trap laid out before you, yet still having to step into them with hope in your heart. Defeat doesn't always mean burning in the flames of war. Perhaps it comes in the bunker, as you stare at the map showing attacks from two fronts, suddenly feeling a liberating calm. You tell yourself: "I altered the course, expanded the empire, won the battles-yet in the end, I still became 'Hitler.'" Perhaps the weight of history never lies in the size of territory, but in the choices of humanity.
