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May 13, 2004
ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny
Another side you get to see in this one of the multi-faceted
and controversial Mr. Zundel:
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Thanks for the two letters of March 26 & 28 and the
enclosures, especially the color brochures. I have sent them on to a friend
to make me some black and white copies in order to send to others. Pictures
do indeed save a thousand pencil stubs. Ha!
We should honor those who trod this earth plane before us,
those who made the ultimate sacrifice to the living by dying for them to
guarantee their race's survival! This concept is now only dimly
comprehended, because it certainly does not jive with the rules by which a
hedonistic consumer oriented society conducts itself. Sacrifice and idealism
to them are concepts for fools and romantics. The callous want to live!
Most of those around us have bought into our enemies'
guiding principles of situational ethics, like Ingo Hasselbach -
"Fuhrer X" - a psychopathic young German with a keen sense of
utterly selfish survival, violent, inconsiderate, a former leftist rebelling
against all around him, only out to satisfy his own whims of the moment, to
gratify immediately the cravings of his miserable, fractured self. I met him
once for all of five to seven minutes, in [someone's] office, where he had
come to visit and get some books and videos to show his friends in Berlin's
East, shortly after the wall came down in 1989 - 1990.
Hasselbach was the small-time East German/Communist version
of a street gang leader. He was out to aggravate hypocritical, calcified,
fossilized East German Stalinist remnants. He and his friends would tweak
them; these young people got a real charge out of seeing those old geezers
go ballistic when they saw a tall, blond and handsome young male shout “Heil
Hitler!"
The number of people who have burst out of their well
deserved anonymity and irrelevance in life, merely by shouting the “Reichswort",
is enormous. They know these two words will bring them instant attention
from the authorities and the police. Say "Heil Hitler" - and you
have put yourself on the map.
Just so you know where I am coming from: I am a
forward-looking, health-conscious man. I want to build, to create, to help
shape a society out of the remnants of a once great civilization, a society
of Spartans of the Spirit. In my opinion, each person, each generation
encompasses several components that link it directly to its immediate past,
which is moored in the more distant past. It is not that I am stuck in the
past. It is simply my acceptance of the fact that I am a living link in a
long, long chain going back hundreds of thousands of years, I dare say, even
millions of years on planet earth and - I believe this also firmly - on
other planets, even beyond our little, very limited solar system!
Lat year, the magazine Scientific American had a very good
article in it about "Multi-Verses" - a collection of Universes -
where the humans and the earth conditions are repeated, projectable by
mathematical possibilities dozens of times, maybe even an infinite number of
times! With all my very real and all too obvious limitations, I believe in
an unobstructed and unlimited "Multi-Verse" - a collection of
uncountable Universes.
It staggers the mind; it is overwhelming, awesome,
beautiful, even eerie. It is almost too much to bear for finite, limited
earth minds to perceive - this idea that there may be millions of earths. So
you do not have to worry that I will take myself out of the cosmic struggle
and get bogged down digging for bones in the steppes of Russia; I will not!
But I will, hopefully, honor my name once again, by being the spark that
ignites the flame, to keep this fire alive - so that the torch can be passed
on, hopefully to hundreds of thousands of young people, Germans, Russians
and others of our race, by the humble act of saving the bones of the fallen,
and ensuring that they receive a proper, respectable burial. It is the only
civilized thing to do!
Most of the German and, even more so, Soviet burials were
conducted without coffins. Usually the bodies were wrapped in a blanket or
tent triangle, which each German was supposed to carry so that he could get
together with a couple of comrades and pitch a tent to keep the snow, wind
and rain out. This means that the military units we have looked at could be
hard to discern under a meter of earth. There won't be a great deal of metal
or other solid objects for the ground penetrating radar [GPR] to reflect off
of. The biggest surfaces we might expect would be very small, i.e. nails
from hobnailed boots, some pelvic bones, etc.
Because many of these graves will accommodate more than one
soldier, this will mean that perhaps hundreds of bodies will be neatly lined
side by side in rows in those graves. The front line realities of that
fratricidal war - not Hollywood's version - were gruesome at best, and the
front line was constantly shifting. I think that we have to continue
searching for different technology, as the GPR is a little iffy.
The German Organization for War Graves, which has done this
work since 1945 and to which my poor mother, in her abject poverty, always
made some small contribution, has the job of exhuming, transferring and
registering these unfortunate victims of war. Unfortunately, they are
under-funded and under-staffed. It was an official of that organization in
Monte Cassino who told me the macabre secret of all those young men being
killed on their birthdays in Italy after getting some bottles of wine from
the front line commissary - a custom that was soon stopped when it was found
that the "liquid courage" inspired by this wine was leading to a
tremendous number of deaths.
How massive a job this still is, this finding of war graves!
The magnitude of it might be seen in the fact that the German government
just bought and built a massive enclosure around an old Russian Orthodox
church near Leningrad, which had once served as the location of a German
field hospital during the siege of Leningrad in 1941 and after. The area is
suspected to have at least 80,000 graves, so far they have discovered 20,000
- and in only that area!
At Stalingrad, the Germans lost between 330,000 and 350,000
men, 90,000 of which went into captivity – of which only 6000 returned!
Yes, about 7% survived the Soviet Gulag after ten years! In Siberian camps
the death rate was appalling! American survival rates for GIs in German
custody was 98.4%! As you know, GI survival rates in Japanese custody were
far less.
I went to Stalingrad and toured the battle site. My guide, a
slant-eyed "Kalmuck", who spoke superb German, told me that 30-50
miles from the center of Stalingrad, there were still hundreds of thousands
of barely buried bodies, either on the surface or barely below, with many a
femur or shoulder blade bleaching in the blistering sun of the Russian
Steppes. When I was there in August of 1994, it was so hot that I may have
as well been in Death Valley.
This entire area needs to be carefully surveyed and mapped.
There are many other battle sites too, which contain innumerable
unregistered gravesites, i.e. in the Crimea leading to Sebastopol, the Kursk
Salient. Horrible losses there!
I have been actively pushing for a determined
solution/resolution of this duty of honor toward the dead that we, the
living, must take on. I have always been keenly aware that I am only alive
because these millions of men sacrificed themselves to hold back that wave
of monsters from the bowels of distant Asia. My father, whose job it was to
pick up the badly wounded with his ambulance trains told me vivid stories of
what it was like at the front when he had to go with his crew to clear out a
field hospital. That made me into a hater of war - and a man very, very
leery of any military solution to political problems. When everything is
factored in, one can see that WWII was hardly a solution!
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Write to Canada's Prime Minister and complain
over the unfair treatment Ernst Zündel has received.
Prime Minister Paul Martin
House of Commons
Parliament Buildings
Ottawa, Ontario
K1A 0A6
Telephone: (613) 992-4211
Fax: (613) 941-6900
Email: Martin.P@parl.gc.ca |
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