The Father Bridge
A review of SS Panzergrenadier, A True Story of WWII
[Pensacola, Fla.: Hans Schmidt Publications, 20001]
by Harry Gilmor
Unfortunately we tend to measure a book's force by the publicity it receives. This is natural but can be overcome by remembering that this is a commercial matter that leaves the value of the work in second place.
Thus Hans Schmidt's new autobiography SS Panzergrenadier will not be a sucess of the sort we have been imbued to expect, because he does not belong to anything but his personal honor and the truth. If we keep this in mind we will see that SS Panzergrenadier stands outside the reality bubble created by the owners of mass media; and then we must see it as a measure of value to truth, the ultimate force. I struggled to put it down!
This means of course that his story cannot appeal to the consumerist masses of the United States, of which Mr. Schmidt is a citizen. And, if an author who had experienced what Mr. Schmidt experienced as a boy soldier in the Waffen SS capitalized on his memoirs, that author would dishonor his cause and his comrades.
In no way is the telling of his story formulaic. That is, it is not an evolution to our time, a reassessment of grenadier Hans Schmidt of May 1945, done in the year 2001; there is nothing of the hackneyed themes, "overcoming" or of a man "God" preserved to serve a special purpose. No, Mr. Schmidt is the most rational and realpolitik writer I have ever read, so his story has no chance with a mass marketer nor the herd. It is the memoir of a man who participated in the greatest event in history: the first War of White Liberation, on the "losing" side.
I should say now that the book is not bursting with military analysis (although there is plenty) and might disappoint this type of reader, especially he who craves new details. The rest is politics and, if I may say, sociology. What Mr. Schmidt gives us is balance, which we who are concerned about the survival of the West need now, above all. War is the bitter, final move of political frustration and coolness will prevail. It came in 1939 and it's coming again, soon. And I do think that Mr. Schmidt wrote his story with the dynamics of balance in mind -- that is, what is just, what is called for to achieve justice -- so that his war can be understood by all white people this time.
This inextinguishable urge of his, if we hold steady to its intent, will help us understand why Mr. Schmidt did not go quietly into anonymous American comfort and society; why he continues to heckle the bloated American conscience with his writings, his monthly newsletter (GANPAC) and missives to oberjuden and their white lackeys here and in Europe. (For example, his letter to Steven Spielberg on his inflation of jewish matters in his phenomenally successful film, "Saving Private Ryan.")
Born in the Saarland, Mr. Schmidt was a boy when the National Socialist military community absorbed him. He tells us why he chose a Waffen SS officer training program, and by his reasons and other details you will quickly see that Mr. Schmidt was precociously aware, politically and socially. He saw how things work and so he always moved as a sailor does: with one hand for the ship, the other for himself.
Perhaps his native geography accounts for his acuteness. His family was rooted in the Saarland, that southwest corner of Germany where the coal is and over which France and Germany have see-sawed for centuries. No surprise is it that natives of such places have keener political radar. Thus Mr. Schmidt's political analyses essentially overshadow his combat experiences as he relates them. It is sufficient to outline them.
Early 1944: Enters Waffen SS training camp as Brewlau-Lissa, Silesia
December 1944: Assigned to 1st SS Panzer Division Liebstandarte Adolf Hitler, then preparing for the Ardennes Offensive. He has been trained to be an artilleryman but is deployed as a rifleman.
December 1944-January 1945: Combat in the Ardennes (the "Battle of the Bulge"), Belgium, which he discusses deeply (including the "Malmedy Massacre"). Hospitalized for frostbite
February 1945: Transferred to Hungary for service against advancing Red Army. Combat at the Gran River bridgehead. Badly wounded by Katyusha rocket shrapnel (18 February). Hospitalized six weeks near Vienna.
April 1945: Wounded again, possibly by a Russian sniper (28 April). The bullet grazes his head. Hospitalized at Waidhofen, west of Vienna.
Mr Schmidt writes of himself that, on the 6th of May, "Now I realized the time had come for all of us to take our lives into our own hands, and I said so to the others. As for myself, I had decided to try to reach the American lines...as soon as possible."
Surrenders to Americans in Austria (7 May). Held in POW stockade at Styer. After a few days ruses his way out. Starts for home on foot.
Recaptured (14 May), taken to POW stockade at Lambach, Austria. There he realizes it is American policy to kill them by starvation.
Escapes Lambach stockade early June '45. Procures "discharge papers" by ruse from U.S. Army. Returns to Saarbrücken. Commences rebuilding damaged family home, and waits for family
It is remarkable that the men who are not naturals in certain activities often describe them best. Mr. Schmidt tells us, "I did not think I was really cut out for the soldierly life," -- which accounts, I think, for his ability to integrate so well his physical experiences and their impressions on his mind, with his superb analyses of the big picture. Thus he is the bridge, brooking the dark chasm of murder, deceit, corruption, lies and propaganda that our rulers have interposed between the war and us. That was, above all the many other issues involved, the war of White Liberation. Mr. Schmidt participated in it, and we should thank the Fates that he is with us now, when whites must soon begin their second attempt to tear the monkey off their back. Mr. Schmidt is, then, a father to us: he was part of the heroic first attempt to solve the problem which will destroy the family. But he counsels us.
Mr. Schmidt is the eyewitness who demolishes the court historians; the contemporary observer who points out methods applied against us then, and now. Therefore his memoir is really a breathing analysis from a citizen-soldier linking that effort with the consequence of its failure: our predicament. It is clear that America and the West are dying from tolerating too much change. Mr. Schmidt looks back at his thoughts of May 1945:
I myself wasn't certain what to make of all the hopes for a miracle, although I wished that the Americans would come to their senses and fight alongside us to get the Red Army out of Europe. At that time most of us would gladly have subordinated ourselves to American command and undertaken the long road back to Moscow, to free the Eastern peoples from Bolshevism. In 1945 I did not comprehend that the head of the hydra was really in New York or Washington. This realization would come decades later.
The most important parts of SS Panzergrenadier are those which detonate the big lies presented by our oberjuden. Subjects Mr. Schmidt brings up are, the relationship between the Reich, the SS and the Christian Church; the Malmedy Massacre; the origin of the atomic bombs dropped on Japan (was one German?); the treatment of German POWs vis-a-vis German policy toward Allied POWs, among others.
In connection with the prisoner issue Mr. Schmidt discusses General Dwight Eisenhower, who by special order and dissembly removed German POWs from a classification of "prisoners of war" according to the Geneva Convention. By this Eisenhower got away with barring Red Cross inspections of POW camps, and worse, deliveries of food. It is clear now that Eisenhower was genocidal, as Mr. Schmidt's experience at the Lambach stockade makes plain.
(I would add here, that we would be foolish to assume that a white man in uniform is "conservative," that he instinctively opposes radical politics. A soldier's first instinct is to maintain the status quo and if the current rulers blend radical, destructive agenda with the appearance of maintaining the status quo skillfully, the essential soldier will obey. Most soldiers are not politically sophisticated. Those who are, usually make poor field soldiers and become policy REMFs.
(FDR and his oberjuden handlers had accelerated Eisenhower, an obscure major, to the top in the 1930s. Among other lessons here is the instinctive acuteness of jews in discerning the venal or sympathetic white men; and we should assume that the top military men of our own day are "Eisenhowers." We should examine these men carefully; for their background, as Mr. Schmidt suggests, gives clues about how they will treat white freedom fighters who happen to be taken prisoner: "It is no coincidence that the most vengeful Allied officers were those, like Dwight D. Eisenwhower, who had never really seen and experienced combat duty.")
Mr. Schmidt goes on to discuss the use of German POWs as slave labor, and mention jews wearing unranked U.S. Army uniforms torturing German POWs. It is also clear that the oberjuden greatly feared the SS, and inculcated American troops with lies about it. The worst was that the Waffen SS "did not take prisoners," a falsity that, Mr. Schmidt writes, surely contributed to the confusion that produced the "Malmedy Massacre." I should like to speculate here why the oberjuden held the SS organization in extreme malignity. The SS would have been the eugenic and security vanguard of a Magna Europa -- the flower of an ideology. In the racial renaissance Europe would inevitably evolve an immunity to all things Levantine, the jewish poison especially.
Mr. Schmidt is obviously not a man of the herd. He would be interesting, veteran or not. His salient trait is, he is a survivor. Pay attention to what he says. He was one smart, imaginative Soldat, which is why he is with us today. He saw clearly, without dogmatism or romanticism. At 17 years old, he was a precocious analyst of people. In the POW lagers he discerned the weaknesses in American security and made his escape -- with the help once from an American guard. Mr. Schmidt survived situations that would have trapped and killed most people.
The times of which Mr. Schmidt writes are not remote from our own. Technology has advanced but as always determination, brains and planning will prevail. His war, our war, is still going on. The casus belli, white survival, is hovering and about to crash on us again. Thi is plain, as Mr. Schmidt interjects his story with comments on Ruby Ridge, Waco, 9/11 Day, and other ZOG machinations. He assures us that we aren't hallucinating, that the evidence of degradation, the danger and insults, the parasitism and destruction we see every day indicate a campaign of subjugation of the West that was to be seen in the 1930s.
I should mention here my one disappointment with the book -- and it is only that, not a criticism. Some advice from Mr. Schmidt on propaganda would help. It is clear he has the instinct for it, because he "saw" through allied radio broadcasts (which it was forbidden Reich citizens to listen to). Given that most people are helpless against sophisticated propaganda, Mr. Schmidt might have made it clear to his readers that the leaders of the coming war of White liberation must be connoisseurs of propaganda.
So now I can say to you, SS Panzergrenadier: get it. Read it!
SS Panzergrenadier, A True Story of World War II, can be ordered from: Hans Schmidt Publications, P.O. Box 11124, Pensacola, FL 32524. Fax 850 478 4993.