Personal testimony

Fuck, he didn't get to use the world class swimming pool or Cabaret shows because he was sick

overrated, most countries had an auxilary unit, croats were just the most savage

the only downside was that we killed serbs and shit when we should have killed more kikes

made me chuckle

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Unfortunately my grandfather died shortly before I was born, but he served in the Wehrmacht in WWII, although I don't know if he was a card carrying member of the party. This is as much as I know:

I fought in WW2 and theres a lot of misconceptions in the mainstream history books.

First of all it wasnt really a fight between different countries.
It was an invasion from a different dimension populated by aliens who rode dinosaurs like cavalry.
The aliens came through cross dimensional portals but sometimes when you went through the portal your body got rearranged so like your arms might end up where your head is meant to be.

Also nobody wore hats because hats were not invented until the mid 1950s.
Any time you see a historical photo of someone during WW2 wearing a hat, its a Photoshop.

Hes talking about all the Pakis ;_;

My grandmother is Polish. She told me how when she was a young girl she was on a second floor window looking outside seeing a marching parade of German soldiers. They took over the city and where marching through. Possibly East to meet their doom.

During the march she saw a homeless girl outside sitting on the street hungry and crying. She noticed a German soldier break rank from the marching column and give this girl good food from his personal bag. The girl's eyes brightened and devoured the food, the German soldier simply smiled and returned to the marching column.

My grandma cried when telling me the story. She said the Germans in general where not too bad and what a tragedy the entire war was because so many good people died on both sides, only to have the communists come in and turn everyone in her city into serfs for 60 years. The real bad people where the communists from the East.

doing that weakened thier statistical monopoly in the region and thus their power from 1980 onward, but also kinda made escalaion in 1990 more possible
as for the second part, they were done for as early as 41

Based swamp merchants fucking over the kikes.

I have the photos (they are pretty impressive) but I know this site is probably a honey pot so I'm only going to post this one minus possible identifying words written on it.

Its funny because even at a young age, I knew nothing of this family history, and I loved Indiana Jones movies, and never understood why everyone hated the Nazi's in the movie, they seemed like pretty cool guys.

Got in trouble several times in school for drawing swastikas on things (before I was old enough to know better) and my parents had to explain I saw it on Indiana Jones. I didn't know why I was obsessed with it.

Fast forward to now, and once again, I'm fighting the Jew. It must be in the blood. Apparently my family line will never capitulate in the fight against the Jewry.

Thanks for sharing. Really made me feel. When I think about the suffering of our ancestors, of our own blood, a raging sorrow burns inside me. Honestly, the best thing we can do with these feels is direct them into real life action and change.

Late Dutch grandfather was in his early/mid teens during the war. Too young to fight, but old enough to work. I don't know too much (so far) about his life during this period but I do know this.

During the later part of the war he and some other able-bodied men were taken from his village to be pressed into the war industry labor force in Germany. Initially he was taken to a marshalling camp from where people would be despatched by rail to where they were needed throughout the German occupied territories. While he was being held here, his defacto step-father (this relationship was unknown to the German authorities) visited the camp and petitioned for my grandfather's release on the grounds that he was the sole remaining able-bodied male of his mother's family, and their means of survival.

This was not entirely true but also not entirely a lie. The authorites granted this request and let him go. However, somewhere/somehow (I cannot find the record of this circumstance right now but I know it exists) he was taken back into custody by the Germans to be a laboror. He was taken to a marahalling camp again, where he was then put on a train with some few hundred other Dutch men pressed into labor service, likely destined for some place of industry in Germany.

This would not come to pass. The train he and all these other labor conscripts were on was bombed en-route by the RAF. Of all the people on the train (the record of the exact number I do not have at this moment but it was some hundreds - a substantial shipment of Dutch labor by the Germans) only 100 or so survived. They scattered into the countryside and my teenage grandfather lived out the war living with a Dutch farming family who took him in, his family this whole time fearing him dead.

honestly I would rather be a serb than a britcuck, they may be psychopathic russian-loving orthodox rejects but they're better than the eternal anglo

This post can be surprisingly confirmed with by asking other English WWII veterans. Here's the relevant attachment.

thanks for sharing user, saved

This thread is too sad. I'm leaving now.

Dutch grandpa, had to go work in Germany. Worked for very nice German farmers and everything was well until the Allies nearly killed him in their infernal bombing raids and later almost got shot by American soldiers. He had to walk home after the war.

Germanfag here.

My based grandma who was from a butcher family said:

Jews controlled the cattle market and something had to be done about it, but they shouldn't have been gassed (she believed the holohoax).

My grandpa was interned in the midwest and treated really well while the less fortunate ended up getting caught by russians and worked to death and siberian gulags.

You are a fuckface, but I'll be damned if that funny story didn't make me happy after all the sad stories above.

I was in the UK recently.

I really felt for the few based people among the hordes of chavs and shitskins.

Italian great grandfather volunteered for the army around 1940 and served for two years in North Africa. My grandfather said he was a staunch fascist and leaving his 7 children behind to fight for what he believed was the correct path for his country even though the odds were stacked against Italy even from the beginning. Wish i could have met the man.

It's really telling how badly the remains of White civilization teach WWII. An honest look into the history, and a broad historical perspective, completely vindicates any allegations against the Germans. Even if you're not ethnically German, even if you're not into National Socialism as a political system (personally not my thing), the Germans were a heroic sword and shield against the evils of Bolshevism before they were crushed.

Not necessarily counter to the mainstream narrative but just adding to my Grandad's story. He told me of how he lost family, or what was left of it, during migration. I think he was around 13 years old at the time, and his oldest sister was 17. She was sick in a makeshift hospital. One night, someone broke a lamp, setting the hospital on fire. Unable to escape by herself, she burned to death. For some reason which I can't remember, his father was also separated from them by a massive distance, so he had to walk all the way to the camp on foot. He arrived weathered, covered in mosquito bites, and suffering from infections. He lay down and never woke up again. Despite all this, my Grandad says that the first time he truly felt free since the Soviet invasion was upon his arrival on the shores of Persia. Thousands of displaced poles slept on the beach, and woke the next morning free from Russian command. They held a mass on the beach that day. After this point was when typhus began to eat away at the surviving poles.

All I know from my parents is that my mothers father "hid jews in the attic", I don't believe him/her and my fathers father was a transporter for the Dutch Army. They are both cucked Christians though and my mother wont talk to me much anymore and my father just kinda entertains the idea of being redpilled. I have mad Dutch pride though, and I am not my Parents so that is that.

I feel it. This thread made me think of my grandmother. She died when I was 3, but I still have a few memories of her, even at that young age. I remember holding her hand as she laid on her deathbed. I can't imagine the life she lived. Having to live through the Holodomor and surviving at such a young age. Living through poverty. Living through WWII. Having to live through one of her little babies dying from an allied bombing run. Living in fear of what was going to happen to her and her family after the Germans lost WWII.

It's impossible to grasp. It's hard to even work up anger or energy about it. It's just depressing, especially given the fact the wrong side won the war.

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Unfortunately I don't know much about my family other than the fact that my grandmas stepfather was a German and I suspect he fought for der Führer also seeing as I heard from my mom that he had some cool Nazi memorabilia which included pics of Hitler's body doubles and could tell you which was which. Unfortunately my family sold them to a museum in Germany after he died. I never got to met himbut I heard he was a good man. I hope to repatch my relationship with my dad and learn about his side of the family since I heard his comes from Austria and his dad and granddad lived to be pretty old but they died before I could really get to know them.

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My grandfather was an officer in the war. He was of German ancestry, so he was stationed in Hawaii for Pearl Harbor. My father and aunt were just babes when the Jap Zeros dropped their bombs. Grandfather's convertible Packard was among the first craters. Another bomb hit the house they were living in and blew my aunt out a window. Grandfather was full of stories, and one never knew just how embellished they were, but the gist of it was he organized some men, broke into an armory, and started to fight back.

There's lots more stories. He rose to an officer of some rank. When he advised the President to stay the hell out of Vietnam, his career suddenly ended. Were I to tell other stories, someone could determine who I am exactly. Suffice it to say, Grandfather was forthright and honest to a fault, a ball-busting, hard-charger, every inch a man deserving of respect. Wherever he is now, I miss him.

Once he saw what it was, Grandfather would never have put up with political correctness, much less the Muslim invasion. It's not on his watch, though, but on mine.

My grandfather was a village kid in northern Greece during WWII. I've only ever spoken to him about WWII once, his english is't great and my Greek is worse. One day the church bells rang which meat everyone was to assemble in the courtyard, all the men and boys from the village were rounded up to be executed because some German patrols had been ambushed by partisans. Apparently the only reason I'm alive today is because one of the men spoke German and was able to tell them it couldn't have been someone from their village.

Not exactly counter to the narrative, outside of letting them live - but that's my family's WWII story.

Oh yeah, I think he reported for the Nazis, it only got mentioned once when i was very little but i've never forgotten it. I think it was when I asked my dad why he refused to speak to him.

Knew an SS man, family friend of mine. Saw the war from the start and right to the end. The only thing I can say is the Ostfront was fucked beyond any reasoning and enjoy the peace you know now, because the moment it ends you will never be the same again.

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SWAMP GERMANS

That's the proper term

I do not recognise the validity of the term ww2.
The correct name is "The war of Jewish Aggression 1933-1948".

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Anyway My family's story isn't that grand. My grandfather was too young to fight in the war, altough he was able to recall the sound the Soviet bombers made when they came to bomb a near-by city. His brother fought during the Continuation war and died somewhere in east Karelia.

Germany treated us well when they caught us. Looks like it worked out for them.

God, what has happened to our country?

My Grandfather was in the Polish Army at the start of the war, he and his brother were captured by the Soviets and sent to a gulag in the Arctic Circle. On the way there his brother escaped however with another prisoner. He was captured by the Germans however travelling back home, and they recruited him as a translator and counter-intelligence officer. After the war he ended up in California with his Austrian wife their son is married to a Jewess from New York

My grandfather was freed from the gulag and sent to join the British Armed forces in 1941 and he became a spitfire pilot in a Middle East/Italian based squadron.

I forgot to mention that my grandfather's brother, uncle and older brother were all Polish army officers and were murdered by the Soviets at Katyn.

And they remove kebab.

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