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In the East, 30.7.1941
Dear Comrade Karl !
I write this letter from the desolation of a Ukrainian forest village, 40
kilometers from Kiev, which we hope to capture in a few days. The fruitful
land of the Ukraine is all around us, but 20 years of Bolshevist
mismanagement have brought it to ruin. The poverty, misery, and filth we
have seen and experienced in the past weeks is indescribable. You back home
cannot imagine the terrible results of Bolshevism in this fruitful land.
Everything that we formerly read in newspapers and books pales in the face
of terrible reality. Our eyes look in vain for some sign of construction,
for a trace of progress, for a bit of culture. We yearn for the sight of a
clean house, an orderly street, a few tended gardens, a few trees! Wherever
we look there is filth, decay, desolation, misery, death, and suffering!
Everywhere we see the ghost of Bolshevism in the tortured look of farmers,
the blank stares of captives, the hundreds of murdered people, the farm
houses, desolate buildings, and ruined houses. I sometimes think it is all
the work of the devil. The land was rich when it was inhabited by German,
Ukrainian, Czech, and Polish farmers. Then Bolshevism came, and with it
enormous misery. Everything that was prosperous or cultured was killed or
burned. I spoke with dozens of people whose family members, fathers,
husbands, brothers and sons perished somewhere in Murmansk, Siberia or the
icy north. Thousands died during the great famine, particularly in
1932-1933. Thousands more ended up in prisons and jails. The misery of those
freed from Bolshevism is indescribable. Any free expression was prohibited,
any movement banned. Everything in nature that was beautiful, good, and free
was destroyed. Everything created by God was exterminated! They took the
blessing from the land and the soul from the people. They reduced them to
the level of animals, impotent, miserable enslaved animals with no hope of
life who did not know if they would be alive tomorrow, who lived from hand
to mouth, and were happy only when someone killed them. Hell can be no worse
that this "Soviet paradise." There is no hope of salvation. What Bolshevism
has done to humanity is a sin against God, a crime one cannot begin to
understand. Every German who formerly thought Bolshevism was a worthy idea
and who threatened we National Socialists with death and bloodshed only
because we didn't believe in this nonsense should be ashamed! We were right!
We are all shaken and moved as we face this misery, this suffering, this
hopeless Bolshevist life. They stole everything from these people except the
very air they breathed. The land they inherited from their fathers became a
collective, the property of the state, and they became slaves worse than
those of the darkest Middle Ages in Germany. They had a tiny plot of land of
their own, and even that was heavily taxed. They had to report to the
collective's commissars each morning, work the whole day, even Sunday, with
no free time. They belonged to the state. They were supposedly paid, but
rarely saw the money. They got 33 kopeks a day, about a third of a mark.
They owned no plow, no spade, no wagon, no yoke. Everything supposedly
belonged to everyone, everything belonged to the state. The Jews and party
bigwigs lived in prosperity, the farmers had only hunger, misery, work, and
death. No one felt himself responsible for the soil, no one felt the love we
Germans have for our homeland, for soil that is ours. The knowledge of blood
and soil had died out. I spoke with 30-year-olds who did not understand the
concept of property. They had been educated in Soviet schools. That explains
why they had no sense of culture, no need for it. Their homes are empty,
cold and desolate, much poorer than in Poland. No pictures, no flowers break
the desolation. The art of cooking also disappeared, given the food
shortages. The daily diet consists of milk and bread, along with a bit of
honey and a few potatoes. When one see this dismal poverty, one is reminded
that these Bolshevist animals wanted to bring culture to us industrious,
clean and creative Germans. How God has blessed us! How justified is the
Führer's claim to European leadership! The poorest German village is a pearl
in comparison to these ruined Russian villages. Sometimes as I face the
thousands of murdered people that we found in the cities and villages, and
in the numerous occasions where we found women and children wailing over the
corpses of their family members, or when they asked us to free their men who
had been hauled off just before we arrived, I see the Führer before me. He
saved an enslaved and raped humanity, giving it once more divine freedom and
the blessing of a worthy existence. The last and deepest reason for this war
is to restore the natural and godly order. It is a battle against slavery,
against Bolshevist insanity. I am proud, deeply proud, that I may fight
against this Bolshevist monster, fighting once again the enemy I fought to
destroy during the hard years of struggle in Germany. I am proud of the
wounds I suffered during the election battles in Germany, and I am proud of
my new wounds, and of the medal that I now wear. It is as if the people here
are awakening from a deep sleep. They cannot yet believe in their new
freedom; they do not know where to begin. They sit down and wait for orders.
Now they have them: "Go back to work, harvest the fields, now you have your
own home." That is what all the posters say, and one sees the masses at work
in the fields. Man and nature are free again, God has his place once more,
his eternal order has been restored. We National Socialist soldiers of Adolf
Hitler have restored the godly order, though some call us heathens. That is
the way life is. And what did those who spoke about God do? Ask them!"
Lieutenant Otto Deissenroth
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https://www.stormfront.org/forum/t1084649/
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In the East, 30.7.1941
Dear Comrade Karl !
I write this letter from the desolation of a Ukrainian forest village, 40
kilometers from Kiev, which we hope to capture in a few days. The fruitful
land of the Ukraine is all around us, but 20 years of Bolshevist
mismanagement have brought it to ruin. The poverty, misery, and filth we
have seen and experienced in the past weeks is indescribable. You back home
cannot imagine the terrible results of Bolshevism in this fruitful land.
Everything that we formerly read in newspapers and books pales in the face
of terrible reality. Our eyes look in vain for some sign of construction,
for a trace of progress, for a bit of culture. We yearn for the sight of a
clean house, an orderly street, a few tended gardens, a few trees! Wherever
we look there is filth, decay, desolation, misery, death, and suffering!
Everywhere we see the ghost of Bolshevism in the tortured look of farmers,
the blank stares of captives, the hundreds of murdered people, the farm
houses, desolate buildings, and ruined houses. I sometimes think it is all
the work of the devil. The land was rich when it was inhabited by German,
Ukrainian, Czech, and Polish farmers. Then Bolshevism came, and with it
enormous misery. Everything that was prosperous or cultured was killed or
burned. I spoke with dozens of people whose family members, fathers,
husbands, brothers and sons perished somewhere in Murmansk, Siberia or the
icy north. Thousands died during the great famine, particularly in
1932-1933. Thousands more ended up in prisons and jails. The misery of those
freed from Bolshevism is indescribable. Any free expression was prohibited,
any movement banned. Everything in nature that was beautiful, good, and free
was destroyed. Everything created by God was exterminated! They took the
blessing from the land and the soul from the people. They reduced them to
the level of animals, impotent, miserable enslaved animals with no hope of
life who did not know if they would be alive tomorrow, who lived from hand
to mouth, and were happy only when someone killed them. Hell can be no worse
that this "Soviet paradise." There is no hope of salvation. What Bolshevism
has done to humanity is a sin against God, a crime one cannot begin to
understand. Every German who formerly thought Bolshevism was a worthy idea
and who threatened we National Socialists with death and bloodshed only
because we didn't believe in this nonsense should be ashamed! We were right!
We are all shaken and moved as we face this misery, this suffering, this
hopeless Bolshevist life. They stole everything from these people except the
very air they breathed. The land they inherited from their fathers became a
collective, the property of the state, and they became slaves worse than
those of the darkest Middle Ages in Germany. They had a tiny plot of land of
their own, and even that was heavily taxed. They had to report to the
collective's commissars each morning, work the whole day, even Sunday, with
no free time. They belonged to the state. They were supposedly paid, but
rarely saw the money. They got 33 kopeks a day, about a third of a mark.
They owned no plow, no spade, no wagon, no yoke. Everything supposedly
belonged to everyone, everything belonged to the state. The Jews and party
bigwigs lived in prosperity, the farmers had only hunger, misery, work, and
death. No one felt himself responsible for the soil, no one felt the love we
Germans have for our homeland, for soil that is ours. The knowledge of blood
and soil had died out. I spoke with 30-year-olds who did not understand the
concept of property. They had been educated in Soviet schools. That explains
why they had no sense of culture, no need for it. Their homes are empty,
cold and desolate, much poorer than in Poland. No pictures, no flowers break
the desolation. The art of cooking also disappeared, given the food
shortages. The daily diet consists of milk and bread, along with a bit of
honey and a few potatoes. When one see this dismal poverty, one is reminded
that these Bolshevist animals wanted to bring culture to us industrious,
clean and creative Germans. How God has blessed us! How justified is the
Führer's claim to European leadership! The poorest German village is a pearl
in comparison to these ruined Russian villages. Sometimes as I face the
thousands of murdered people that we found in the cities and villages, and
in the numerous occasions where we found women and children wailing over the
corpses of their family members, or when they asked us to free their men who
had been hauled off just before we arrived, I see the Führer before me. He
saved an enslaved and raped humanity, giving it once more divine freedom and
the blessing of a worthy existence. The last and deepest reason for this war
is to restore the natural and godly order. It is a battle against slavery,
against Bolshevist insanity. I am proud, deeply proud, that I may fight
against this Bolshevist monster, fighting once again the enemy I fought to
destroy during the hard years of struggle in Germany. I am proud of the
wounds I suffered during the election battles in Germany, and I am proud of
my new wounds, and of the medal that I now wear. It is as if the people here
are awakening from a deep sleep. They cannot yet believe in their new
freedom; they do not know where to begin. They sit down and wait for orders.
Now they have them: "Go back to work, harvest the fields, now you have your
own home." That is what all the posters say, and one sees the masses at work
in the fields. Man and nature are free again, God has his place once more,
his eternal order has been restored. We National Socialist soldiers of Adolf
Hitler have restored the godly order, though some call us heathens. That is
the way life is. And what did those who spoke about God do? Ask them!"
Lieutenant Otto Deissenroth
x x x clop x x x
https://www.stormfront.org/forum/t1084649/
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Itsekin jaksan aina välillä ihmetellä miten Rauno saa samanaikaisesti
molemmat jalkansa sopimaan suuhunsa.
- Otto J. Makela, 1.3.2014, s.k.evoluutio
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Itsekin jaksan aina välillä ihmetellä miten Rauno saa samanaikaisesti
molemmat jalkansa sopimaan suuhunsa.
- Otto J. Makela, 1.3.2014, s.k.evoluutio