Adolf Hitler on ‘The World War’ part 2


In the following two selections from Chapter 5, Hitler points out how the defeatist elements in German society sought to undermine the war effort. These Jewish Marxist elements, because they were not stamped out, were able to bring about the post-war communist revolutions in Bavaria and elsewhere, and also World War II.


I was a soldier then, and didn’t really want to meddle in politics—all the more so because the time was inopportune. I still believe that the humblest stable-boy of those days served his country better than the best of, let’s say, our ‘parliamentarians.’ My hatred for those big-mouths was never greater than in the days when all decent men who had anything to say, said it point-blank to the enemy’s face, or else, failing this, kept their mouths shut and did their duty elsewhere. Yes, I hated all those politicians,. And if I had my say, I would have formed them into a labor battalion and given them the opportunity to babble amongst themselves all they liked, without offense or harm to decent people.

In those days, I cared nothing for politics. But I couldn’t help forming an opinion on certain manifestations that affected not only the whole nation but also us soldiers in particular.

There were two things that caused me the greatest anxiety at that time, and which I had come to regard as harmful.

First: Shortly after our first series of victories, a certain section of the press already began to throw cold water, drip by drip, on public enthusiasm. At first this wasn’t obvious. It was done under the mask of good intentions and solicitude. The public was told that big victory celebrations were somewhat out of place, and weren’t worthy expressions of the spirit of a great nation. The fortitude and valor of German soldiers were accepted facts that didn’t necessarily call for celebration. Furthermore, foreign opinion would have much to say about such activities. It would react better to a quiet and sober form of celebration rather than to a bunch of wild jubilation. Surely the time had come for us Germans to remember that this war was not our doing, and thus that we should always be willing to contribure our share to a reconciliation of mankind. For this reason, it wouldn’t be wise to besmirch the radiant deeds of our army with unbecoming jubilation; the rest of the world would never understand this. Furthermore, nothing is more appreciated than the modesty with which a true hero quietly and unassumingly carries on—and willingly forgets the past. Such was the gist of their warning.

Instead of taking these fellows by their long ears, dragging them to some ditch, and stringing them up on a rope—so that the victorious enthusiasms of the nation would no longer offend the aesthetic sensibilities of these knights of the pen—a general campaign was conducted against what was called “unseemly” forms of celebration.

No one seemed to have the faintest idea that once public enthusiasm is damped, nothing can spark it again, when the need arises. It’s an intoxication, and must be maintained in that form. Without the power of the enthusiastic spirit, how would it be possible to endure a struggle that made such immense demands on the spiritual qualities of the nation?

I was only too well acquainted with the psychology of the broad masses not to know that, in such cases, a high aesthetic tone cannot fan the fire enough to keep the iron hot. In my eyes, it was even a mistake not to have tried to raise the pitch of public enthusiasm higher still. Therefore, I couldn’t at all understand why they adopted the opposite policy—that is, of damping the public spirit.


The second thing that irritated me was the manner in which Marxism was regarded and accepted. In my eyes, all this proved how little they knew about this plague. It was believed, in all seriousness, that the abolition of party distinctions during the war made Marxism a mild and moderate thing.

But this was no question of party. It was a matter of a doctrine that must lead to the destruction of all humanity. The intention of this doctrine was misunderstood because nothing was said about it in our Jew-ridden universities, and because our arrogant bureaucratic officials didn’t think it worthwhile to study a subject that wasn’t included in the university curriculum. This mighty revolutionary trend was going right in front of them, but those ‘intellectuals’ didn’t pay any attention. That’s why state institutions nearly always lag behind private enterprises. It is to such people, by God, that the maxim applies: ‘What the peasant doesn’t know, won’t bother him.” Here, too, a few exceptions only confirm the rule.

In August of 1914, the German worker was looked upon as a Marxist. That was absurd. When those fateful hours dawned, the German worker shook off the poisonous clutches of that plague; otherwise he wouldn’t have been so ready and willing to fight. People were stupid enough to imagine that Marxism had now become ‘national’—another demonstration of the fact that the authorities never took the trouble to study the essence of Marxist teaching. If they had done so, they never would have made such foolish errors.

Marxism—whose final objective was, is, and will continue to be the destruction of all non-Jewish national states—saw in those days of July 1914 how the German working classes were aroused by a national spirit, and rapidly entered the service of the Fatherland. Within a few days, the deceptive smoke-screen of that infamous national betrayal vanished into thin air, and the gang of Jewish bosses suddenly found themselves alone and deserted. It was as if no vestige remained of the folly and madness that was foisted upon the mass of the German people for 60 years. That was a bad day for the betrayers of the German working class. The moment, however, that the leaders recognized the danger that threatened them, they pulled the magic cap of deceit over their ears, and insolently mimicked the national awakening.

The time had come for taking action against these Jewish poisoners of the people. That was the time to deal with them, regardless of any whining or protestation. At one stroke, in August of 1914, all the empty nonsense about international solidarity was knocked out of the heads of the German working classes. A few weeks later, instead of this stupid talk ringing in their ears, they heard the noise of American-made shrapnel bursting over the heads of the marching columns; there was your ‘international brotherhood.’ Now that the German worker had rediscovered the road to nationhood, it should have been the duty of any caring government to mercilessly root out the agitators who were misleading the nation.

(… die Verhetzer dieses Volkstums unbarmherzig auszurotten.)  In this case, a form of the verb  ‘ausrotten’ is used for ‘root out.’  While in the next paragraph, ‘vertilgen’ is used as ‘exterminate.’ Vertilgen was never used by Hitler, Himmler or Goebbels in speaking about the Jews that I know of.

If the best were dying at the front, the least we could do is to exterminatethe vermin. (… dann konnte man zu Hause wenigstens das Ungeziefervertilgen.) 

Instead, His Majesty the Kaiser held out his hand to these old criminals, thus sparing these treacherous murderers of the nation and allowing them to regain their composure.

-This is the mistake we still make today, even worse than ever, ‘we’ including even White Nationalists who cower at being called names or considered as too ‘exclusive’ (ie supremacist). By not tackling the problem at the time, not believing its virulence, it is now even more deeply rooted in our societies, harder than ever to eradicate.

And so the viper could begin his work again—this time, more carefully than before, but even more destructively. While honest people dreamt of reconciliation, these perjured criminals were organizing a revolution.


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6 Juni 1944

The Beast of Omaha Beach: Heirich Severloh


Heirich Severloh took 40 years to begin to process what happened to him on Omaha Beach. He had taken up a concealed position on the eastern side of the beach along with 30 other German soldiers, and he recalls watching the horizon turn black with dozens of ships and landing craft racing for the shore. His commanding officer, Lt. Bernhard Frerking, had told him not to open fire until the enemy reached knee-deep level, where he could get a full view.
“What came to mind was, ‘Dear God, why have you abandoned me?’ ” he recalled. “I wasn’t afraid. My only thought was, ‘How can I get away from here?’ ”
But rather than run, Severloh slipped the first belt of ammunition into his MG-42 machine gun and opened fire. He could see men spinning, bleeding and crashing into the surf, while others ripped off their heavy packs, threw away their carbines and raced for the shore. But there was little shelter there. Severloh said he would occasionally put down the machine gun and use his carbine to pick off individual men huddled on the beach. He is still haunted by a soldier who was loading his rifle when Severloh took aim at his chest. The bullet went high and hit the man in the forehead.
“The helmet fell and rolled over in the sand,” Severloh said. “Every time I close my eyes, I can see it.”

“There were small pauses, when no landing craft came, when I could cool
down the machine gun.” His weapon became so hot it burned the grass around him. But they still came on, wave after wave disgorged from the landing craft that made it

“I remember the first to die” said 80 year old Mr Severloh at his home
near Hanover. “The man came out of the sea. He was looking for somewhere
to hide. I shot him in the head. I saw his steel helmet roll into the sea. Then he
dropped. I knew he was dead. What could I do? Them or me- that’s what I


Rommel ” the enemy has to be stopped on the beach… if not …the war’s over

For the next nine hours in machine gun nest 62, Corporal Severloh sprayed
the beach with his MG-42. His position 75ft above the broad sands gave him
a perfect field of vision and fire.

Corporal Severloh had 12,000 rounds for his machine gun.
“I started shooting at 5am,” he said. “I was still shooting nearly nine
hours later. There was no panic, no hate. One did what one had to do and knew that they
as sure as hell would be doing it to you if they got the chance”

“At first the corpses were 500 metres away, then 400, then 150. There was
blood everywhere, screams, dead and dying. The swell of the sea bobbed
more bodies onto the beach.”

Severloh said he was the last man firing from his position. By mid-afternoon, his right shoulder was swollen and his slender fingers were numb from constant firing.

“In the early afternoon, I realised I was the last person still firing. I
could see tanks manouvering on the beach and knew that I couldn’t hold
them alone.”

“I heard an order to shouted by Lieutenant Ferking-a fine fellow and, at
32, a veteran-that we should retreat.”

“I ran from bomb crater to bomb crater behind our bunker complex. I waited
but he never came.”

“I visited his grave in Normandy ten years after the war. He took a head
shot from one of the Americans as he tried to follow me. I was taken
prisoner that night. I don’t think I would have survived had I been
captured at my post.”

“They knew what I had done to their friends. I don’t think those
first-wave troops would have shown me any mercy.”

Some 2,300 Americans died on ‘Bloody Omaha’ before overwhelming the German

Mr Severloh was sent as a PoW to America and put to work picking cotton
and potatoes before returning to Germany in 1947 to resume his pre-war
life in farming.

Through his many visits back to Normandy he became friends with visiting
American veterans, and realised they has christened him The Beast of Omaha
Beach. One veteran, David Silva, who took three bullets in the chest that
day-possibly fired by Severloh-became his close friend.

“I told David how I had dreams about two men that day-the first American I
killed and Lieutenant Ferking,” he said. “The memories make me cry.”




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