ZGram - 7/12/2003 - "Sadism pure and raw"

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ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny

July 12, 2003

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

The ZGram below is one that probably few people ever forgot who read 
it on May 31, 1996 when I first sent it out.  In the wake of what 
Truman said about the cruelties of certain people in power who care 
not at all about others, it certainly merits a repeat.

Brace yourselves - it is not pleasant reading. 

Yet this is the kind of sadism I saw with my own eyes as a child, and 
this is why so many of the World War II generation so bitterly resent 
what is being claimed over and over about them.by their detractors. 
There was unbelievable, truly satanic suffering in Europe in those 
years - and much of it happened long after all shooting had stopped.

Here is my ZGram I sent around the world more than seven years ago:

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May 31, 1996


Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

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Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Some months ago Ernst asked me to do a report on Allied atrocities 
during and after World War II, and toward that end, he sent me some 
information, among them a book in German title,  "Alliierte 
Kriegsverbrechen" - Allied War Crimes.

I started reading it and underlining certain passages, but not for 
long-because I realized that I was getting nauseated. It was a 
compilation of first-person testimony as to what happened when the 
Allies (particularly the Red Army) started to carve up a prostrated 
and defeated Germany.

I made several attempts to finish this assignment, but I couldn't do 
it. I simply couldn't do it. Even now, I feel a moral obligation to 
finish it, but even thinking about it makes my palms clammy and my 
heart race. People in the West have simply no idea what went on in 
Europe after the Allies began to push the Germans back - from 1943 on!

I have given the material below a lot of thought as to whether or not 
I should send it to my ZGram readers. It isn't pretty reading. It was 
published recently in Der Freiwillige, June 1995, pages 10-11, under 
the title In Their Terror All Were Alike, written (or edited) by Hans 
Koppe.


". . . Since the same old stories of war crimes allegedly committed 
by the Germans are being parroted over and over again in prayer-wheel 
fashion, particularly by the younger generations who are too lazy (or 
deliberately unwilling) to obtain a real grasp of the subject through 
the study of documents from the archives of our former enemies' 
documents which are both accessible and irrefutable - we wish to call 
to mind the following report which first appeared 30 years ago in the 
Deutschland Journal of April 23, on p. 7 of issue 17.

It is supplemented with the eyewitness report of an armoured 
infantryman who recorded his impressions on March 7, 1995. P. 7, 
issue 17, April 23, 1965 (Deutschland-Journal). Report of the 
German-Brazilian citizen Leonora Geier, nee Cavoa, born on October 
22, 1925 in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Before the expulsion she lived in 
Hirschberg, Bahnstrasse 8.

Present at the writing of this report:

Bernhard Wassmann, born on May 10, 1901, Bautzen, Senftenberger Strasse 15;

Reiner Halhammer, born on February 3, 1910, Bautzen, Sterngasse 2;

Manfred Haer, born on April 9, 1929, Gorlitz, A.Bebel-Strasse 1;

Kyrill Wratilavo, born on March 3, 1918, Bautzen, Karl-Marx-Strasse 25.

The witnesses present confirm that the aforementioned, Leonora Geier, 
made this report without any coercion, threats or other outside 
influence, motivated solely by the need to make the terrible events 
of the time of the German Reich's collapse known to posterity since 
she has received permission to emigrate to Brazil.

The report was drawn up on October 6, 1955 and discusses the events 
of February 16, 17 and 18 1945, which are already partially known. At 
that time the witness was employed as typist in Camp "Vilmsee" ofthe 
RAD), the Women's Labour Service. Being a Brazilian. she was 
considered by the Russian Army to be an ally put to forced labour in 
the .service of the National-Socialist state.

These prerogatives were attested to by a document which she presented 
here and which bears the rubber stamp of the First White Russian 
Army. Since the present report disregards existing moral standards 
and sexual taboos, it must under no circumstances be made available 
to underage persons.

All events are recounted in a plain, straight-forward manner in order 
to document historical accuracy. Nothing has been added, nothing was 
withheld.

Bernhard Wassmann and Manfred Haer were members of the Infantry 
Artillery and Training Company I. G. 81 and were assigned to rescue 
operations in the aforementioned camp when the city of Neustettin was 
occupied following the temporary retreat of the First White Russian 
Army:



"On the morning of February 16 [19451 a Russian division occupied the 
Reich Labour Service camp of Vilmsee in Neustettin. The Commissar, 
who spoke German well, informed me that the camp was dissolved and 
that, as we were a uniformed unit, we were to be transported 
immediately to a collecting camp.

Since 1, being a Brazilian, belonged to a nation on friendly terms 
with the Allies, he entrusted me with the leadership of the transport 
which went to Neustettin, into the yard of what used to be an iron 
foundry. We were some 500 girls from the Women's Reich Labour Service.

The Commissar was very polite to us and assigned us to the foreign 
workers' barracks of the factory. But the allocated space was too 
small for 11 of us, and so I went to speak to the Commissar about it.

He said that it was, after all, only a temporary arrangement, and 
offered that I could come to the typists' office if it was too 
crowded for me, which I gladly accepted. He immediately warned me to 
avoid any further contact with the others, as those were members of 
an illegal army. My protests that this was not true were cut off with 
the remark that if I ever said anything like that ever again, I would 
be shot.

Suddenly I heard loud screams, and immediately two Red Army soldiers 
brought in five girls. The commissar ordered them to undress. When 
they refused out of modesty, he ordered me to do it to them, and for 
all of us to follow him.

We crossed the yard to the former works kitchen, which had been 
completely cleared out except for a few tables on the window side. It 
was terribly cold, and the poor girls shivered. In the large, tiled 
room some Russians were waiting for us, making remarks that must have 
been very obscene, judging from how everything they said drew gales 
of laughter.

The Commissar told me to watch and learn how to turn the Master Race 
into whimpering bits of misery. Now two Poles came in, dressed only 
in trousers, and the girls cried out at their sight. They quickly 
grabbed the first of the girls, and bent her backwards over the edge 
of the table until her joints cracked. I was close to passing out as 
one of them took his knife and, before the very eyes of the other 
girls, cut off her right breast. He paused for a moment, then cut off 
the other side.

I have never-heard anyone scream as desperately as that girl. After 
this operation he drove his knife into her abdomen several times, 
which again was accompanied by the cheers of the Russians.

The next girl cried for mercy, but in vain, it even seemed that the 
gruesome deed was done particularly slowly because she was especially 
pretty. The other three had collapsed, they cried for their mothers 
and begged for a quick death, but the same fate awaited them as well.

The last of them was still almost a child, with barely developed 
breasts. They literally tore the flesh off her ribs until the white 
bones showed.

Another five girls were brought in. They had been carefully chosen 
this time. All of them were well-developed and pretty. When they saw 
the bodies of their predecessors they began to cry and scream. 
Weakly, they tried desperately to defend themselves, but it did them 
no good as the Poles grew ever more cruel.

They sliced the body of one of them open lengthwise and poured in a 
can of machine oil, which they tried to light. A Russian shot one of 
the other girls in the genitals before they cut off her breasts.

Loud howls of approval began when someone brought a saw from a tool 
chest. This was used to tear off the breasts of the other girls, 
which soon caused the floor to be awash in blood. The Russians were 
in a blood frenzy.

More girls were being brought in continually. I saw these grisly 
proceedings as through a red haze. Over and over again I heard the 
terrible screams when the breasts were tortured, and the loud groans 
at the mutilation of the genitals.

When my knees buckled I was forced onto a chair. The Commissar always 
made sure that I was watching, and when I had to throw up they even 
paused in their tortures.

One girl had not undressed completely, she may also have been a 
little older than the others, who were around seventeen years of age. 
They soaked her bra with oil and set it on fire, and while she 
screamed, a thin iron rod was shoved into her vagina until it came 
out her navel.

In the yard entire groups of girls were clubbed to death after the 
prettiest of them had been selected for this torture. The air was 
filled with the death cries of many hundreds of girls. But compared 
to what happened in here, the beating to death outside was almost 
humane.

It was a horrible fact that not one of the girls mutilated here ever 
fainted. Each of them suffered mutilation fully conscious. In their 
terror all of them were alike in their pleading; it was always the 
same, the begging for mercy, the high-pitched scream when the breasts 
were cut and the groans when the genitals were mutilated.

The slaughter was interrupted several times to sweep the blood out of 
the room and to clear away the bodies. That evening I succumbed to a 
severe case of nervous fever. I do not remember anything from that 
point on until I came to in a field hospital.

German troops had temporarily recaptured Neustettin, thus liberating 
us. As I learned later, some 2,000 girls who had been in RAD, BDM and 
other camps nearby were murdered in the first three days of Russian 
occupation."

(signed) Mrs. Leonora Geier, nee Cavoa




Copy of a handwritten report:



"I read the account of an eyewitness, Mrs. Leonora Geier. The 
bestiality she experienced, and described in her account, is 100% 
true and a typical reflection of the fantasies and exhortations of 
the Soviet propagandist and chief ideologist Ilya Ehrenburg.

This bestiality was a tactical measure intended to force the German 
population to flee from the Eastern regions en masse, and was the 
rule rather than the exception all the way over to the Oder River.

What I myself witnessed:


I was an armoured infantryman and had been trained on the most modern 
German tank of those days, the Panther. Survivors from tank crews 
were reassembled in the Reserves at Cottbus and kept ready for action.

In mid January, 1945, we were transferred to Frankfurt on the Oder 
River, into a school building. One morning we were issued infantry 
weapons, guns, bazookas and submachine guns.

The next day we were ordered to march to Neustettin. We traveled the 
first 60 miles or so by lorry, and after that some 90 miles per day 
in forced marches.

We were to take over some tanks that were kept ready for us in a 
forest west of Neustettin. After a march lasting two days and nights, 
some ten crews reached the forest just before dawn.

Two tanks were immediately readied for action and guarded the 
approach roads while the other comrades, bone-weary, got a little 
sleep. By noon all tanks, approximately 20, had been readied.

Our orders were to set up a front-line and to recapture villages and 
towns from the Russians. My platoon of three tanks attacked a suburb 
that had a train station with a forecourt. After we destroyed several 
anti-tank guns the Russians surrendered.

More and more of them emerged from the houses. They were gathered 
into the forecourt about 200 sat crowded closely together. Then 
something unexpected happened.

Several German women ran towards the Russians and stabbed at them 
with cutlery forks and knives. It was our responsibility to protect 
prisoners, and we could not permit this. But it was not until I fired 
a submachine gun into the air that the women drew back, and cursed us 
for presuming to protect these animals. They urged us to go into the 
houses and take a look at what (the Russians) had done there.

We did so, a few of us at a time, and we were totally devastated. We 
had never seen anything like it utterly, unbelievably monstrous! 
Naked, dead women lay in many of the rooms. Swastikas had been cut 
into their abdomens, in some the intestines bulged out, breasts were 
cut up, faces beaten to a pulp and swollen puffy.

Others had been tied to the furniture by their hands and feet, and 
massacred. A broomstick protruded from the vagina of one, a besom 
from that of another, etc. To me, a young man of 24 years at that 
time, it was a devastating sight, simply incomprehensible!

Then the women told their story:

The mothers had had to witness how their teen and twelve-year-old 
daughters were raped by some 20 men; the daughters in turn saw their 
mothers being raped, even their grandmothers.

Women who tried to resist were brutally tortured to death. There was 
no mercy. Many women were not local; they had come there from other 
towns, fleeing from the Russians.

They also told us of the fate of the girls from the RAD whose 
barracks had been captured by the Russians. When the butchery of the 
girls began, a few of them had been able to crawl underneath the 
barracks and hide. At night they escaped, and told us what they knew. 
There were three of them.

The women and girls saw parts of what Mrs. Leonora Geier described. 
The women we liberated were in a state almost impossible to describe. 
They were overfatigued and their faces had a confused, vacant look. 
Some were beyond speaking, ran up and down and moaned the same 
sentences over and over again.

Having seen the consequences of these bestial atrocities, we were 
terribly agitated and determined to fight. We knew the war was past 
winning; but it was our obligation and sacred duty to fight to the 
last bullet . . ."



Don't ask me why I do what I do for the Zundelsite. The bestiality of 
World War II, caused largely by the Jew named Ilja Ehrenburg, 
Stalin's main propagandist whose private papers and files were 
donated by him to Israel before he died, and who whipped the Russian 
Army into a frenzy of destruction, was worse than anything a sane 
mind can imagine - and it is coming our way unless courageous men and 
women stop it.

Ingrid

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Thought for the Day:

"God cannot alter the past, but historians can."

Samuel Butler

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