Frau Inga Ley was bizarrely talented, tremendously beautiful and an accomplished mezzo soprano. Sadly, Inga fell in with Reichsleiter Robert Ley, leader of the the German Labor Front, a World War I hero and notorious drunk.
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not flattering, Inga
Ley, a drunken brute of man, beat his beautiful wife who became addicted to morphine as did many other Nazis. Depite being loved by the Fuhrer, Inga took her life, shooting herself at the end of 1942. Robert Ley, drunk, wifebeater and thug, committed suicide before his trial at Nuremburg in 1945.
All this Gotterdamerung in mind, I'm inclined to feel sorry for Inga, such beauty married to such beastliness. But my middle sister who lived in Berlin holds no such qualms, "Those bitches deserved to die."
What can I say but, "Easy, Panzer,"
LSP