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Story translated from the original German by Gerry Frederics. Frau Paula Hitler (1896-1960), the sister of German Chancellor Adolf Hitler, penned the following statement 12 years after the death of her brother.
‘Gentlemen, never forget this: Your names will long be forgotten even before your bodies have rotted away in the earth. But the name Adolf Hitler will still be a light in the darkness. You cannot murder him by drowning his memory in your sick buckets and you cannot strangle him with your filthy, ink-stained fingers. His name exists forever in hundreds of thousands of souls.
You are far too insignificant to even touch him. He loved Germany. He fretted over Germany. When he fought for honour and respect he fought for German Honour, for respect for Germany and when there was nothing left, he gave his life for Germany.
What have you given so far? Which one of you would give his life for Germany? The only things you care about are riches, power and never-ending luxurious living. When you think of Germany, you think of indulging your senses without responsibility, without cares?
Trust me on this: The Führer’s utter unselfishness in word and deed alone guarantees his immortality. The fact that the bitter fight for Germany’s greatness wasn’t crowned by success, like for example Cromwell’s in Britain, has a lot to do with the mentality of the people involved.
On the one hand, the Englishman’s character is essentially unfair, ruled by jealousy, self-importance, and a lack of consideration. But he never forgets he is an Englishman, loyal to his people and to his crown. On the other hand, the German with his need for recognition is never first and foremost a German.
Therefore, it doesn’t matter to you, you insignificant beings, if you destroy the entire nation. Your only guiding thought will always be me first, me second and me third.
In your worthlessness, you will never think of the welfare of the nation, and with that pitiful philosophy, you wish to prevent the immortality of a giant? What I wrote down immediately after the war has been proven to be correct. That my convictions are true is evident even as late as 1957. ~ Signed, Paula Hitler, Berchtesgaden. May 1, 1957.
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In Memory of May 1st 1945
a poem by Clara Sharland
Great Eagle, fold your wings awhile
And turn away your eyes;
In smoke and thunder, flame and blood
Your Best and Highest dies;
And all His happy Land,
His great emprise,
A shattered wreck of ugly ruin lies.
Great Eagle, flee a little while
To some far lonely height.
There shall you watch and wait . . .
Your land is sunk in the night:
All, all those cities bright
In ruins far and wide torment the night.
Oh Eagle, did you hear that shout,
That thundered triple roar?
Its clamorous echoes smote the earth
And rolled from shore to shore;
And all the glorious Dead,
Who fealty swore,
Received Him home; His earthly flight is o’er.
His flight, that made the nations shake,
And hearts and pulses leap,
Is over now. He rests. But we
Are sunk in anguish deep.
He rests, —at last. No dreams
Torture His sleep,
While grave-eyed Angel guards their watches keep.
Great Eagle, that He worked to save,
And fought to guard, —and died,
Flee from this piteous German wreck,
In some far corner hide,
Until the Land is free
And far and wide,
Throughout the world, His name is glorified!
Meanwhile, we hold the heights He won.
And keep His torch aflame;
No slothful ease for us who bear
The honour of His name.
To do His work we count
Higher than fame,
Indifferent to earthly praise or blame.
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