Field Marshal Erwin Johannes Rommel

It's an order, Bayerlein, a military order from General Headquarters. A clear, straight, stupid, criminal military order, from General Headquarters.

Not that it could really be described as an argument. It's impossible to have an argument with him in the sense that you and I could have an argument. He raves, he screams, he goes into such hysterics that it's like trying to make sense with a panic stricken woman.

Not once, but several times. In Russia, he said, officers like me have been put against the wall and shot, and almost I think it couldn't happen to me.

On the other hand, you mustn't hold people too accountable for everything they say when they're emotionally upset. The war is not going well, and he's naturally worried. But I'm afraid it'll be a long time before I forget what he did to the Afrika Korps.

When the end was near, and I asked him to get them out, he said he had no further interest or concern in the Afrika Korps.

No, but he knows the situation. I sent him the whole story last night. If there's anything he can do, he will.