For example, they had one of the copies of the Treaty of Versaille. Really thick, looked like at least six inches worth.
They had Hitler's phone book, open to the page with the entry for "Berlin Gestapo"
They had Herman Goering's luggage and shaving kit. An effeminate shade of Powder Blue, with his hairbrush, toothbrush, comb...
You couldn't just walk in. You had to make an appointment, writing them a letter describing your reasons for wanting to visit. they did not allow anyone into the museum under the age of 18...ie, no school visits or anything like that.
On the day you arrived, you checked in and were buzzed through a door. It was one of the most amazing war museums I have ever been to. You wouldn't have any idea the museum was there or what it was. It was a large, windowless building with a small parking lot and a decaying Higgins boat took up a corner of the lot. There were two 16" battleship shells, one on each side of the solid door, but that was it.
I never saw any other people there, went there maybe three times.
My friend who had found out about it advised me that it was always deserted, and they monitored you on cameras as you went through the museum.
It was jammed with artifacts of all kinds, from various WWII era weapons, uniforms, helmets, and vehicles, to a grappling hook that had been used at Point du Hoc, rations, manuals, equipment, you name it.
My buddy advised me to bring a pair of white cotton gloves along with me. He said that you could pick up all manner of artifacts that were in the open as long as you wore the gloves and indicated you were handling them responsibly, which I did. Apparently, someone was watching you the entire time, and if you conducted yourself in that way, they didn't bother you.
Amazing. I recalled picking up a BAR (much heavier than I thought) a M1 Carbine, and an MG-42.
Interestingly to me was one artifact that caught my eye, a bronze bust of hitler that was sitting on the floor next to a doorway. It looked life-size, and it had streaks and stains of corrosion on it that gave it an odd look. I was later told that it was the bust that Patton had used as a doorstop at his headquarters, and every day when he took his bull terrier "Willie" for a walk, the bust was the first place he stopped with the dog where it lifted its leg, and pissed on the bust!
All those corrosion marks and stains were from Patton's dog, Willie!!!
(Note: I don't know for sure if this is a photo of that bust-it was many years ago, and this was the only image like that on my computer!) Poor Willie. He was heartbroken when Patton died.
I see many similarities between Patton and Trump...not just in the face, but in manner.