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   From: mars1933@hotmail.com   
      
   Here is a letter by  Otto Deissenroth, Military Post Number 12 827D   
                           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 the 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 of impoverished 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   
   the 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!"   
      
   The Soviet Union was in fact a paradise for one group: the Jews. Even   
   at times when for foreign policy reasons Jews were less evident in the   
   government, or when they ruled through straw men, the Jews were always   
   visible in the middle and lower levels of the administration. During   
   the whole period of the red dictatorship, they were the beneficiaries.   
   This was clearest in the small nations that the Soviet Union was using   
   to prepare for its attack on the Greater German Reich after the   
   outbreak of Churchill's war, above all in the Baltic states.   
      
   Fred Fallnbigl wrote to his Parents in Salzburg, 17.7.41   
      
   I wrote in my last two letters about Russian atrocities, and could   
   fill volumes more.   
   But a bit more from the Soviet Paradise. I'll especially tell you   
   about things that happened in Lemberg-Tarnopol and Tromborla.   
   Tromborla is due south of Tarnopol. I saw the prisons in Lemberg, and   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)