God grant that I am allowed to come once more to
Nuremberg. Every second that I can gaze into your
beloved face is a joy to me. I sometimes can’t under-
stand how I survived Tuesday without dying from
the fearful fright! But one can suffer more pain than
one supposes. I wonder what you are going through
now. You must sense how the multitudes are with you
in their boundless love.
How endlessly happy we were. Again and again I
review our blissful marriage in my memory. Blessings
be upon you, my love, forever.
Words cannot express my love for you. Your
Emmy.With time now running out, Göring wrote across the page,
“Thank you, darling! Eternally yours, Hermann.” Seeing his
attorney for one last time, he gave him through the sliding
panel his wedding ring and his blue-leather attaché case to hand
to Emmy.
Before leaving the city, Stahmer phoned Emmy that Sun-
day, to say that she would be permitted one last hour with her
husband the next day.
Thin and handsome again, like the lithe, upright aviator
and politician of the early thirties, Göring strode into the parti-
tioned room at : .. that last afternoon, October , . His
right wrist was manacled to Private First Class Russell A. Keller,
and three men stood in a semicircle behind him holding
Thompson submachine guns. Through the glass he could see
Emmy sitting next to the American chaplain Gerecke, nervously
clutching the wedding ring. He asked how Edda had taken the
news. “I hope life won’t be too hard on her,” he sighed.
“You may die with your conscience pure,” she replied.
“You have done here in Nuremberg all that you could for your
comrades and for Germany.” In a way, she added, he too would