Death Comes for Adolf Hitler

This is the greatest traveler in the year 7. I hope you enjoy the trip. If you can, what tonight? We're going on a stranger journey we're taking it.

We're going down into the dark and see us on the depths of the sea. The Welsh state's Kepler account was the arch enemy of mankind. In a story I call this death comes for our dark people.

My story begins in the radio room of the American destroyer's fingers, on patrol duty somewhere in the Atlantic. It is late at night. Chief radio man Mike Reum, headphones over his ears, He's checking on the dozens of messages whispering through the ether.

The side, Mike, is released man, Joan Norman, sitting back with his feet up, working their cotswerk puzzle and long-free having to decide. I'll try me away from home. My time will go to bed. My little quarlin' long- Joe! Joe! Cut it!

Huh? What is it, Mike? Cut it, Joe! Cut it! I'm getting something. I'm just barely hearing something for us. Shh, wait, I'm getting a stronger now. There, it's clear. Holy cow. Hey, what is it?

It's a German sub on the bottom and cone for help. Uh-uh. Ain't that something? You'll unnotify the skippers? No, no, nothing we can do. It must be 100 miles away. Get a pencil on, put on those headphones.

They'll take down the message, whatever it is. OK, I got a pencil there. Come on, that's a phone, is that it? Yeah, you kidding me, I can't hear a thing. Of course I'm not kidding.

I had a death now, but it's headed out. Wait a minute. It's coming back in again. Hello? Hello? This is Obelod not Rhina. The undersept board works. Listen to me. Anybody who may be picking up this message, please listen to me.