Good Cop

Good Cop
You're a cop. In Hitler's Fatherland, Nazi Germany, 1967. ... Little more than a rookie. Normally catching petty criminals and hookers in dark alleys. A call came through, a body in the woods. You the cop, first on scene. Little did you know that you, the cop, would bring everything crashing down like a house of cards. By investigating this crime, you the cop, sent fissures right to the top of the Nazi regime. Secrets spread forth like acid; burning everybody. The death of a race, the Jews. Extinct. Retired top Nazi murderer told you, 'Not a brick remains. The Jews are in the East.' You knew you had to see with your own eyes, you the cop. Where it happened. So you went to Poland and saw. There were bricks there; moss covered, dirty and half buried. What untold story did they tell? Millions of ghosts hovered around you. Crying for justice, permanent release. As the SS came for you, you knew the cost - your life. With Kennedy visiting, you got the secret out. By forsaking your life, you collapsed the most evil regime in human history. Ended Hitler's reign of terror, allowing peace to ignite.