National Socialism, like every revolutionary movement, is fueled by personal sacrifice.
Our movement is unique in that not only did our leader set an example of personal sacrifice during the struggle for power, but did so throughout his entire life. When Hitler was just a young man he signed over his orphan pension to his younger sister, Paula, and then struck out on his own to survive in a hostile world, where his daily bread had to be bitterly won. This early example of putting the needs of others before himself was constant in his life.
During World War One, Hitler shared all the hardships of the common soldiers. His regiment was bled white at the front. As its strength declined, each man was called upon to do more. No man ever did more than Hitler. He constantly volunteered for extra duties, took the most hazardous assignments, and narrowly missed death dozens of times. It was as if by his sheer will alone he could bring victory to Germany. When it was time for him to go on a well-deserved rest or furlough, he refused and instead would give it to a married man so he could spend time at home with his family.
After the stab in the back and Germany’s humiliating defeat, Hitler vowed to dedicate the remainder of his life to making Germany great and overturning the evil treaty of Versailles. During these years of struggle, he knew even greater privation than he did in his youth.
His personal wardrobe was so shabby that a party member had to donate a suit so the Führer could meet with the big shot industrialists. Not only did he live humbly so every mark could go into the fight, but he also had to abandon his dream of ever becoming (or so he thought at the time) an artist or architect.
Materialistic gains were not the only sacrifices that the party demanded of its leader. Hitler often lamented that he could not enjoy the hearth and bosom of his own family, because he could not marry since he was married to all of Germany. Worse yet, he knew he could never know the joy of fatherhood, because it would be unfair to his children, i.e. the burden of following in his footsteps would be too great for them.
When the war forced itself upon Germany, the Führer had to abandon his dream of rebuilding his cities. He then donned his uniform and refused to take it off until victory was achieved. He worked round the clock, always having more and more to do. His headquarters, the "wolf’s lair" in Rastenburg, was buried in a swampy forest that was too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. His staff regarded it as a joyless assignment and could not wait until they were reassigned to Paris or Berlin, leaving the Führer behind to toil on for Germany without entertainment, bright lights, or the sweet fruit of victory.
In the Führer bunker in the spring of 1945, Hitler would steal away from the military conferences for a few minutes to admire the models of the magnificent National Socialist cities which he dreamed of building after the war, knowing only too well that they would never be built in his life time.
When Soviet shells began to fall on the city, he told Waffen SS General Leon Degrelle that if he had had a son, he would have wanted him to be like Degrelle, but that Degrelle must preserve his life along with Colonel Hans-Ulrich Rudel, so that they would inspire the future German youth with their heroism. The Fuhrer said that he would make the ultimate sacrifice for Germany and not run away, but fight the enemy to the bitter end, and then deprive the capitalists and bolsheviks of their Jewish pleasure of not only putting him on trial, but also of mutilating his body, and so he fought until the "Untermenschen" were only a few meters away, and then he flew up to Valhalla.
Adolf Hitler was a man who sacrificed himself, his entire life, for his people. The great virtue is an intrinsic characteristic of National Socialism, i.e. sacrifice of the indivudual for the greater good. This is why a single National Socialist is worth a hundred Democrats or Republicans. It is what makes us so strong and so feared.
As a young stormtrooper, I used to work 48 hours a week in a local factory, donate my entire paycheck to the party, clean the headquarters, man the desk, collect signatures on petitions, cook meals, do television interviews, and every once in a while have some fun in a street battle with the scum of the earth. Most of the "fair weather" National Socialists were hard to find when it came time to do work or donate some real money. Not surprisingly, they were all weeded out of the movement not by death threats or bombs, but by their lack of conviction in National Socialism. They wanted to "party" and to reap glory from other comrades’ worthy sacrifices. These drones quickly left the party, and each time they did, it made us stronger.
Compared to the sacrifices of our Führer, my money, sweat and blood are a paltry offering. However, our movement is full today of comrades whose sacrifices make them heros: real National Socialists like Reinhard Sonntag, who gave his life just a few years ago, and Gottfried Küssel, who has been in jail over two years (and faces another eight years in prison) as well as many, many more who, for security reasons, cannot be named, but without whom you would not today be holding this newspaper in your hands and reading this article.
We National Socialists judge a man or woman by one test of strength only, and that is how much they sacrifice for victory. How smart they are (or think they are), how rich they are, what good fighters they claim to be, or how much beer they can consume, all mean nothing...only how much a person gives of himself!
Each one of us - you and I included – must ask himself that key question!
(Written by Michael Storm - NSDAP/AO)