The man sat in silence at the small desk.
He mused. It had all seemed to be the right thing to do at the time. Yes, he knew he’d upset a lot of people. His wife, only recently married, had always been very supportive in his endeavours. He was looking sadly at a number of maps strewn across his desk. He idly turned some of them over. He had always believed that it was important to plan ahead carefully, for the future. It hadn’t gone the way he had planned it, that was for sure. The future; what was the future? All said and done, he had climbed the ladder successfully from what others would see were clearly humble beginnings. In that respect, he considered he had done very well for himself. He looked around again. A strange smile crossed his face as he thought about how the one thing he had missed more than anything else, was windows. He slowly opened his desk drawer and took out the gun. He thought of his wife, in another room.
It was his Berlin bunker.
It was April 30, 1945.