by Werner Beumelburg
The present war daily provides evidence of the most daring intrepidness and unique heroism. Countless as well is the apparently little and nameless heroism of the German soldier.
It is the silent, stubborn test of loyalty and dependability. It was the loyalty of belief that enabled individual units of our army and our Waffen-SS to stand fast for three months despite encirclement and blockage of normal supply, and has bestowed on the eastern front that firmness and hardness which alone prevented a catastrophe despite the cold and the enemy’s massive assault. What that means is comprehended only by whoever knows the forms under which this war in the east plays out. If the opponent tries to imitate our strategy, he suffers shipwreck each time. General Field Marshal Rommel has said it: “Battles of encirclement such as they are fought in the present war can only be fought with German soldiers.”
What proves itself here, is valid for all future. Loyalty is the German virtue. Loyalty without content does not exist. It has nothing to do with stubbornness; the opponents may possess that. It is also not completely covered by tenacity or reliability alone, although they are its necessary companions. Loyalty, faith and honour are like three shells around a precious core. The core, however, is the soul of our folk, that unique inner Reich, from which the musically formative, music-making energy that in ever new formations of dream-faces surprises the world, and which is our most precious possession. The knowledge of this wealth is more clear to one person and less so to another. There is no German without an ideal. Loyalty is nothing but an affirmation of one’s own innermost, of one’s own calling, of one’s own task. Basically, acts of loyalty, which in hours of greatest need stem from inner obligation, are religious acts. Those people can speak of it who know those moments - they are not frequent in life - in which one so to speak finds the track of the inner calling and the obligation comes over them.
This is true for political fighter exactly as it is for thinkers, artists and inventors. The SS comrades also experienced this when they held out at an apparently lost post in ice and snow out of loyalty to the Führer and the homeland.
For German man, recognizing his task like a command of heaven means being loyal. Loyalty is always something bound to God. Only the superficial sceptic doubts that. Loyalty to the homeland, loyalty to the movement, loyalty to the Führer are in the final analysis rooted in the strength of the inner conception. Whoever is inwardly poor, also cannot be truly loyal. Loyalty is the wordless language of inner wealth.
Loyalty proves itself through the deed. In time of need and misfortune, the German folk has always proven itself the most loyal, and indeed the fighting portion of this folk, hence the portion which suffered this need the most. Those were the soldiers in the trenches of the last World War. Those were the first followers of the Führer. In this war the front again bears the main burden; but the homeland also gives evidence daily of the deepest loyalty in self-denial and deprivation.
To loyalty becomes constancy. It would be contradictory to think, I change my homeland or I change my folk. Our will has been meaningful, if we have remained true to ourselves. Everything also belongs together. Loyalty is in truth not divisible. Remaining loyal to the Führer, remaining loyal to the homeland, remaining loyal to the wife and the children, that is one loyalty.
The SS is an order of loyalty. Loyalty to the Führer, loyalty to the comrades, loyalty to the homeland and to family are fire, from which we burn. We know our folk. We know from its unfortunate history that its gullibility and harmlessness have been gravely misused by seducers. The SS should form a protective wall around our most holy jewel, around the inner wealth of the German folk. A deep faith in the divine calling of our folk and its Führer fills us. It makes us wealthy. It makes us hard and pitiless. It gives us the strength of loyalty in the hours of outer and inner stress.
Loyalty is the highest possession of the German soul and its perfection. Not everyone is called to create something great for his fatherland. But eternal Providence does not measure us by the extent of our deeds, rather by the spirit from which they arise, and in accordance to the will we summon up in order to fulfil our duty. That, however, means nothing other than that the yardstick of our life lies in the loyalty with which we stick to our fatherland, and it likewise means that loyalty is the light that leads the individual into the community. Loyalty is the final and highest level our soul reaches on its path, and whoever acquires it, has proven himself before Providence.