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      XPost: alt.politics.liberalism, alt.society.liberalism, alt.poli       ics.democrats.d       XPost: alt.fan.rush-limbaugh, alt.politics       From: mars1933@hotmail.com              German leaders believed in death before dishonor. They knew the allies       were subhuman monsters:                     Eyewitness account by Mrs. Leonora Geier (nee Cavoa, born Oct 22,       1925, Sao Paulo,       Brazil) to Dr. Trutz Foelsche, Ph.D              Deutsche Nationalzeitung, No. 17-65, p. 7:               "On the morning of February, 16, (1945) a Russian detachment       occupied the RAD       (Reichsarbeitsdienst) camp Vilmsee near Neustettin. The Commissar told       me in good       German language that the camp was dissolved and that we, as a unit       with uniforms (RAD - German Labour Service, not military uniforms),       would be transported to a collection camp. Since I, as a Brazilian       citizen, belong to an allied nation, he asked me to take over       as a leader of the transport that went to Neustettin, into the yard of       the former iron factory. We were about 500 girls (Maidens of the       Reichsarbeitsdienst - German Labour Service).               He said I could come into the orderly room, which I accepted.       Immediately he directed       me to make no further contact with other women, because they were       members of an illegal army. On my response that this what not true, he       cut me off with the remark that I would be shot immediately, if I       would repeat in any form a similar statement.              "Suddenly I heard loud screams, and promptly five girls were brought       in by the two Red Armists. The Commissar ordered them to undress. When       they, in a sense of shame, refused to do so, he ordered me to undress       them and follow him with the girls. We walked through the yard to the       former factory kitchen, which was completely cleared out       except for some tables along the window wall. It was dreadfully cold       and the unfortunate girls trembled. In the huge tiled room several       Russians waited for us who were obviously making obscene remarks       because every word was followed by loud laughter.        The Commissar then directed me to watch how one makes sissies out of       'The Master Race'.        Now two Poles, clad in trousers only, entered the room. At their       sight the girls cried out.       Briskly, they seized the first of the two girls and bent her over with       her back over the edge of the table until her joints cracked. I almost       fainted when one of the men pulled his knife and cut off her right       breast in the presence of the other girls. I have never heard a       human being scream as desperately as this young woman. After this       'operation' both men stabbed her several times in the abdomen,       accompanied by the howling of the Russians.        The next girl cried for mercy, in vain, since she was exceptionally       pretty. I had the impression that the 'work' was carried out very       slowly. The other three girls were completely broken down, cried for       their mothers and begged for a speedy death, but also       fate them overtook.        The last of the girls was still half a child, with barely developed       breasts, one tore the       flesh literally from her ribs until the white bone appeared.        Again, five girls were brought in. This time, they had been selected       carefully. All were       developed and pretty. When they saw the bodies of their predecessors,       they began to cry and scream. Weak as they were, they tried to defend       themselves but to no avail; the Poles became more cruel every time.       One of the girls, they cut open her womb and trunk over the whole       length; poured a can of machine oil into the mutilated body and tried       to set fire       to it. Another was shot in the genitals by a Russia, before they cut       off her breasts.        A great howling began when someone brought a saw from a toolbox.       Now, using the saw, they set to work to the breasts of the girls to       pieces, which in a short period of time       led to the floor being covered with blood. A blood rage seized the       Russians. Continuously       one of them brought more and more girls.        Like a red fog, I saw the gruesome happenings again and again and I       perceived the inhuman screaming at the torture of their breasts and       the load groaning at the mutilation of their private parts. When my       legs failed me I was forced into a chair. The Commissar persistently       watched me to make sure I was looking toward the torture scenes. In       fact, when I had to vomit, they even paused with their tortures. One       girl had not undressed completely, she may have been somewhat older       than the rest of the girls who were about 17-years old. One of the       torturers soaked her bra with oil and ignited it and, while she cried       out, another drove a thin iron rod into her vagina until it emerged at       her naval.        In the yard they liquidated entire groups of girls, after they had       selected the prettiest ones for the torture room. The air was filled       with the death cries of many hundreds of girls. But in view of what       happened here, the slaughter outside could be considered more humane.       It was a dreadful fact that not one of the girls brought into the       torture room lost here consciousness.        In their horror all were equal in their expressions. It was always       the same; the begging for mercy, the high-pitched scream when their       breasts were cut and their genitals mutilated. Several times the       slaughter was interrupted to sweep out the blood and to clear away the       corpses.        That evening I sank into a severe nerve fever. From then on I lack       any recollection       until the moment I awoke in a military hospital. German troops had       recaptured Neustettin temporarily, and had liberated us. As I learned       later, approximately 2,000 girls were murdered during the first three       days of the first round of Russian occupation."                     http://www.ihr.org/ http://www.natvan.com              http://www.thebirdman.org http://www.nsm88.com/              http://wsi.matriots.com/jews.html              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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