“I AM WITH YOU IN MY THOUGHTS”
A CHRISTMAS LETTER FROM THE EASTERN FRONT TO WIFE AND CHILDREN
NOTE: THIS IS TAKEN FROM A 1944 NATIONAL SOCIALIST BOOK, ‘DEUTSCHE KRIEGSWEIHNACHT’ THAT WAS ISSUED TO HELP THE GERMAN PEOPLE CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS. IT IS A LETTER FROM A GERMAN SOLDIER ON THE BRUTAL EASTERN FRONT TO HIS WIFE, PROMISING TO BE WITH HER AND THE CHILDREN IN SPIRIT.
BY WALTER HENKELS
I have traveled to you today without a leave, without a ticket — with only the baggage my dreams and thoughts — to be with you when the candles on the Christmas tree are lit. I have come only in my thoughts. That’s the way it is. It is wonderful to travel with one’s thoughts. I sense how my steps lighten as I heave the railway station, as I turn the corner, as my boots crunch in the snow. There is our home, protected by the rose bushes. I ring quickly three times, just as before: three times, it’s me. Your heart leaps a little, for no one but me would ring three times. I hear children scurrying about. “Who is that?” shouts the biggest. Like someone awoken from a dream, you hear the children, their cheerful voices. I am there, dear wife. I am with you, although I had written that I could not come. I am with you in my thoughts.
I am thinking of when I left, in August 1939. I think of how the days and weeks have passed. I think of the first war Christmas in a bunker along the West Wall, where a miserable and scrawny little tree lit Christmas eve. I think of the second war Christmas in quarters on the sea, and now it is the third war Christmas.
What can I saw of these unforgettable days, of the weeks of the Western campaign, of our march through the Balkans, of the unique months of battle and struggle and battle in Russia that are behind us? I cannot put it in words. I can hardly recall the details, rather I see a vision against which all the Homeric images of battle fade. No, as far as we know, there has never been anything as great and powerful.
But now I am with you. You have lit the candles, focusing entirely on the moment. A deep current flows in you. The children stand over there, feverishly impatient to learn what Santa Claus has brought. Three pairs of children’s eyes are fixed on the flickering candles. Silently and joyfully, I stand in the corner and see the faces of the children, the light and the glow in their innocent eyes, out of which an indestructible certainly grows.
The Christmas table is not as well decked as it once was. It is good that we must be modest. I have no complaints or yammering, no word of dissatisfaction, timidity, or discord. Only deep-flowing happiness overcomes me, dear wife.
As I write this letter, it is 3 a.m. A small candle casts its light in my narrow quarters, making all appear softer. Around me are my sleeping comrades. All is well. I feel deeply thankful and happy, even as someone snores in the close confines of our quarters. One could never believe that the tough souls who shoot and are shot at could sleep so well. I know what they are dreaming about. That one there has a ten-month-old child whom he has never seen. Those two, Ernst and Robert, have not been home for exactly one year. The lieutenant has not seen his young wife for eleven months, yet now he sleeps peacefully. Do you know, dear wife, what all these men are dreaming about?
We have no Christmas tree here with flickering candles. Outside, the cold blows against our lonesome quarters. The sentry’s boots crunch in the snow, twelve steps forward, twelve steps back. Sometimes the sentry stops for a moment, perhaps to look at the stars, silent and friendly comrades in the winter sky. He will not be ashamed to admit that he is having an inner conversation with his wife, with his boy. And there is no false tone when he says: I love you. Now, dear wife, I will lie down between those who are sleeping. I will let my thoughts wander in dreams and come to you. I will be very close to you, very close to you and the children.
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The Impartial Truth presents a short video dedicated to the Germans who fell trying to slay the (((Bolshevik beast))) before it swallowed all of Europe.
What a beautiful, magnificent and noble people. You can see it in their faces they know what they are fighting for and what is at stake.
The Germans in WW2 fought harder with so few numbers. They fought braver than any brainwashed Allied army ever did in the history of the world in my opinion.
The fought with honor. They lost. It is disgraceful that their courage, sacrifice and unimaginable suffering has been demonized by the evil Jews that lust for power and control over what has become or always was a dumbed down human cattle farm that Jews believe their evil God has promised them dominion over.
The shame of my American forefathers is in my mind of the atrocity that was thrust upon the Germans by blind hate and lies.
It is my duty to spread the truth that will exonerate these hero’s who fought for honor, justice and freedom from despotic tyranny against overwhelming odds who have been slandered mercilessly by evil for over a century.
Spread the truth. Do not fear the Jews and their lies. This is all that matters.
You must find your courage!
If you ever wanted to do something that matters in your life when you lost interest in distraction, luxury and industry then this is your chance. Don’t miss it.
comment from Sarah –
The “allies” picked the wrong side of history to be on, now look where we are, Christmas is a degenerate holiday for trash consumerism and our “elected” officials run rampant drunk on their own power and reigned by their (((tyrannical overlords))).
Would it be any different if the Germans had won? I don’t know, but I would trade just about anything to find out.
Below are videos and pictures of the christmas season taken during the era of the glorious Third Recih
Deutsche Kriegsweihnacht – 1942 – Christmas Third Reich
1937 christmas in the third reich
Christmas 1940 Germany Weihnachten Full HD
Waffen SS (or Schutzstaffel) officers cadets sit at a long table during a Christmas party.
As World War II raged on December 18, 1941, Adolf Hitler presided over a Christmas party in Munich.
This collection of cheerful and somber Christmas cards from the Third Reich comes to us courtesy of NS Europa, where they were collected.