Albert Speer

PREFACEMore than twenty thousand pages lay before me when I opened the trunk in which my family had stored all the writings that I had sent to them from Nuremberg and Spandau in the course of more than twenty years. There were countless pages of diary notes, authorized letters, and smuggled...

The First Year An American soldier in white helmet and white shoulder straps leads me down the basement corridors to a small elevator. Together, we ride up. A few steps dovm another corridor, a door opens, and I am standing on a small platform in the Nuremberg courtroom. A guard hands me...