A little bit east of where I am right now (let's call it Denver) but according to the prologue I'd be in an equatorial swamp about 4,000 miles away and 150,000,000 years ago - probably snuggling up with a Diplodocus.
No mate, Berlin -the downfall, by Antony Beevor. I think I've got through most of the heavy-going stuff now (although none of it is actually cheery of course) AB goes to great lengths to explain just how awful this final conflict was. So many lives utterly wasted through cowardice and vanity.