I, Helmuth Hübener, have been sentenced to death. The Gestapo found out about the short wave radio hidden away. They do not know who gave me it, and I do not intend to tell them. I am convicted of treason for listening to a banned BBC radio station. Oma, Opa, and Mutti aren't here, and for that I am happy. They should not have to see how I betrayed Nazi honor. Ruddi Wobbe and Karl-Heinz Schnibbe, my allies, my friends are sentenced to 5 and 10 years respectively. The court says my mind is more developed then what is normal for a boy of my age. The court said that my activities to the German people's war effort mad the execution necessary. My lawyer appointed by the Nazi government tried to appeal for clemency in my case. The Reichsjugendfuhrung would have none of it. While leaving the court room, I yelled at the judge. The court became outraged as the soldiers yanked to my cell. I hope they allow me one last letter explaining to Hans, Gerhard, Mutti and Hugo, as well as Oma and Opa what I had done and why. Did I ever think it would lead to an execution, a beheading? No, but I do not regret one thing except that I didn't make the impact I wished I could have on my homeland. I had wished to prove what the chancellor, Adolf Hitler, was doing was wrong, but I never got that far and I have no idea how much time I have left to rot in this cell. [