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Mein Kampf – Volume I, Chapter I: In the Home Of My Parents

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It has turned out fortunate for me to-day that destiny appointed Braunau-on-the-Inn to be my birthplace. For that little town is situated just on the frontier between those two States the reunion of which seems, at least to us of the younger generation, a task to which we should devote our lives and in the pursuit of which every possible means should be employed. Read the rest of this entry »

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March 30, 2012 at 7:00 pm

WW2 Poem : “Mrs. Evans fach, you want butter again” by Idris Davies

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Mrs.Evans fach, you want butter again.
How will you pay for it now, little woman
With your husband out on strike, and full
Of the fiery language? Ay, I know him,
His head is full of fire and brimstone
And a lot of palaver about communism,
And me, little Dan the Grocer
Depending so much on private enterprise.

What, depending on the miners and their
Money too? O yes, in a way, Mrs. Evans,
Come tomorrow, little woman, and I’ll tell you then
What I have decided overnight.
Go home now and tell that rash red husband of yours
That your grocer cannot afford to go on strike
Or what would happen to the butter from Carmarthen?
Good day for now, Mrs.Evans fach.

Idris Davies ( 1905 – 1953)

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March 28, 2012 at 4:48 am

The National Underground Code

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‘The beginning of reform is not so much to equalize property as to train the noble sort of natures not to desire more, and to prevent the lower from getting more.’ – Aristotle

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March 25, 2012 at 12:11 pm

Triumph des Willens (1935) – Triumph of the Will

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‘ We want this people to be hard, not soft, and you must steel yourselves for it in your youth’ – Triumph of the Will

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March 24, 2012 at 12:40 pm

Nazi salute: Sieg Heil

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People of Cheb salute the German troops entering the town in the Anschluss of the Sudetenland in October 1938. - Source Deutsches Bundesarchiv (German Federal Archive)

From German Sieg (“victory”) + Heil (“hail”) Read the rest of this entry »

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March 21, 2012 at 7:44 am

The Night of the Bayonet Poem

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The night was filled with dark and cold,
When Sergeant Talbert the story’s told,
Pulled out his poncho and headed out,
To check the lines dressed like a Kraut.

Upon a trooper our hero came,
Fast asleep; he called his name.
“Smith, oh Smith, get up, it’s time
To take your turn out on the line.”

Private Smith, so very weary,
Cracked an eye, all red and bleary,
Grabbed his rifle and did not tarry,
Hearing Floyd, but seeing Gerry.

“It’s me!” cried Tab. “Don’t do it!” and yet,
Smith charged toute de suite with bayonet.
He lunged, he thrust, both high and low,
And skeweth the boy from Kokomo.

And as they carried him away,
Our punctured hero was heard to say,
“When in this war you venture out,
best never do it dressed as a Kraut!”

Written by Erik Jendresen from Band of Brothers
based on the research from the Veterans of Easy Company

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March 20, 2012 at 1:12 am

Military terms: Coup de grâce

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The Coup de Grace is given to young French Collaborators | Artist:Carl Mydans

The expression coup de grâce ( /ˌkuː də ˈɡrɑːs/; French: [ku də ɡʁɑs], “blow of mercy”) means a death blow intended to end the suffering of a wounded creature. The phrase can refer to the killing of civilians or soldiers, friends or enemies, with or without the consent of the sufferer.

It is often used figuratively to describe the last in a series of events which brings about the end of some entity; for example: “The business had been failing for years; the coup de grâce was the sudden jump in oil prices.

Listen: The phrase “coup de grâce” pronounced by a native French speaker Read the rest of this entry »

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March 18, 2012 at 12:03 pm

Anyone falling in love this week?

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Winters: These men have been through the toughest training the Army has to offer, under the worst possible circumstances, and they volunteered for it.
Buck: Christ, Dick, I was just shooting craps with them.
Winters: You know why they volunteered? Because they knew that the man in the foxhole next to them would be the best. Not some draftee who’s going to get them killed.
Buck: Are you ticked because they like me? Because I’m spending time to get to know my soldiers. I mean, c’mon, you’ve been with them for two years? I’ve been here for six days.
Winters: You’re gambling, Buck.
Buck: So what? Soldiers do that. I don’t deserve a reprimand for it.
Winters: What if you’d won?
Buck: What?
Winters: What if you’d won? Never put yourself in the position where you can take from these men.

– from Band of brothers

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March 12, 2012 at 4:54 pm

WW2 Poem by Alun Lewis : “The Sentry”

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I have begun to die.
For now at last I know
That there is no escape
From Night. Not any dream
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March 4, 2012 at 5:18 am

WW2 Poem by Alun Lewis : “Goodbye”

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So we must say Goodbye, my darling,
And go, as lovers go, for ever;
Tonight remains, to pack and fix on labels
And make an end of lying down together. Read the rest of this entry »

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March 3, 2012 at 12:53 am

WW2 Aviation Poetry : Night Bombers

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Eastward they climb, black shapes against the grey
Of falling dusk, gone with the nodding day
From English fields.
Not theirs the sudden glow
Of triumph that their fighter-brothers know;
Only to fly through cloud, through storm, through Night
Unerring, and to keep their purpose bright,
Nor turn until, their dreadful duty done,
Westward they climb to race the awakened sun.

Owen Chave (1943)

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March 3, 2012 at 12:45 am

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