ZGram - 5/13/2004 - "Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 75"

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ZGram - Where Truth is Destiny:  Now more than ever!

May 13, 2004

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

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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