EISENHOWER’S DEATH CAMPS
The Last Dirty Secret Of World War Two – Saturday Night Magazine
May 20, 2012
Scanned images of the text of the cover story published in the September 1989 issue of Saturday Night describes
Eisenhower’s barbarism. Here is the truth.
Bacque tells the truth about how Eisenhower murdered thousands of German prisoners
of war AFTER the surrender. Many of those starving soldiers and piles of dead bodies you have seen in atrocity photos were
NOT Jews, they were Germans.
Don’t argue with me, read the book. General George Patton (who released all his German prisoners) wrote in
1945 that Eisenhower was using “practically Gestapo methods” in torturing and killing German POWs.
In August 1944
Dwight D. Eisenhower (who in the early 1960s ordered the assassination of Patrice Lamumba) and Henry C. Morgenthau came up
with the Morgenthau Plan to inflict collective punishment upon the German people following the end of the Second World War.
was, basically, a plan to starve millions of Germans, mostly citizens, to death.
Although the plan was officially cancelled, it
was in fact implemented. Between 1945 and 1953 it is estimated between 9 to 15 million ethnic Germans were killed, mainly
(Also read, An Eye for an Eye: The Untold Story of Jewish Revenge Against Germans in 1945 by John Sack, and statistical
and documentary evidence presented in, Did Six Million Really Die? by Richard Verrall).
(Based on an Article from: “THE TRUTH AT
LAST” Journal. P.O. Box 1211, Marietta, Georgia 30061., USA).
Holocaust of Christians:
Russian Kulak Farmers (1928-1930) – 15 million exterminated. Ukranian Farmers (1930-1933) – 7 Million
exterminated. Russian Political Prisoners (1919-1949) – 12 million exterminated. Total peoples murdered by Lenin and
Stalin – 34 million.
But there were more: several hundred thousand Russians – a staggering number – took up arms against
the Soviet Union in the years following the German invasion in June 1941. They were betrayed by the Allies at Yalta and
murdered by the Judaeo-Communist Soviet.
When Western archives were at last available to historians, two remarkable books quickly appeared:
The Last Secret, 1974, by Nicholas Bethel, and Victims of Yalta, 1977, by Nikolai Tolstoy, both shocking in their detailed
accounts of what had happened. Cambodian extermination 1975 – 2.5 million. Armenian extermination by the Turks, 1915
– 1.5 million.
Behind the scenes the same group, always working under a different name and in a different occupation has managed
every one of these real genocides as well as recent and ongoing holocausts in Palestine, Iraq and elsewhere.
(Based on an Article
from: “THE TRUTH AT LAST” Journal. P.O. Box 1211, Marietta, Georgia 30061., USA).
[ SOURCE – Was there Really a Holocaust?
By Dr. E. R. Fields ]
In 'Eisenhower's Death Camps':
A U.S. Prison Guard Remembers
October 1944, at age eighteen, I was drafted into the U.S. army. Largely because of the "Battle of the Bulge,"
my training was cut short, my furlough was halved, and I was sent overseas immediately. Upon arrival in Le Havre, France,
we were quickly loaded into box cars and shipped to the front. When we got there, I was suffering increasingly severe symptoms
of mononucleosis, and was sent to a hospital in Belgium. Since mononucleosis was then known as the "kissing disease,"
I mailed a letter of thanks to my girlfriend.
By the time I left the hospital, the outfit I had trained with in Spartanburg, South Carolina,
was deep inside Germany, so, despite my protests, I was placed in a "repo depot" (replacement depot). I lost interest
in the units to which I was assigned, and don't recall all of them: non-combat units were ridiculed at that time. My separation
qualification record states I was mostly with Company C, 14th Infantry Regiment, during my seventeen-month stay in Germany,
but I remember being transferred to other outfits also.
In late March or early April 1945, I was sent to guard a POW camp near Andernach
along the Rhine. I had four years of high school German, so I was able to talk to the prisoners, although this was forbidden.
Gradually, however, I was used as an interpreter and asked to ferret out members of the S.S. (I found none.)
In Andernach about
50,000 prisoners of all ages were held in an open field surrounded by barbed wire. The women were kept in a separate enclosure
that I did not see until later. The men I guarded had no shelter and no blankets. Many had no coats. They slept in the mud,
wet and cold, with inadequate slit trenches for excrement. It was a cold, wet spring, and their misery from exposure alone
Even more shocking was to see the prisoners throwing grass and weeds into a tin can containing a thin soup. They
told me they did this to help ease their hunger pains. Quickly they grew emaciated. Dysentery raged, and soon they were
sleeping in their own excrement, too weak and crowded to reach the slit trenches. Many were begging for food, sickening
and dying before our eyes. We had ample food and supplies, but did nothing to help them, including no medical assistance.
Outraged, I protested
to my officers and was met with hostility or bland indifference. When pressed, they explained they were under strict orders
from "higher up." No officer would dare do this to 50,000 men if he felt that it was "out of line," leaving
him open to charges. Realizing my protests were useless, I asked a friend working in the kitchen if he could slip me some
extra food for the prisoners. He too said they were under strict orders to severely ration the prisoners' food, and that
these orders came from "higher up." But he said they had more food than they knew what to do with, and would sneak
I threw this food over the barbed wire to the prisoners, I was caught and threatened with imprisonment. I repeated the "offense,"
and one officer angrily threatened to shoot me. I assumed this was a bluff until I encountered a captain on a hill above
the Rhine shooting down at a group of German civilian women with his .45 caliber pistol. When I asked, "Why?,"
he mumbled, "Target practice," and fired until his pistol was empty. I saw the women running for cover, but, at
that distance, couldn't tell if any had been hit.
This is when I realized I was dealing with cold-blooded killers filled with
moralistic hatred. They considered the Germans subhuman and worthy of extermination; another expression of the downward spiral
of racism. Articles in the G.I. newspaper, Stars and Stripes, played up the German concentration camps, complete
with photos of emaciated bodies. This amplified our self-righteous cruelty, and made it easier to imitate behavior we were
supposed to oppose. Also, I think, soldiers not exposed to combat were trying to prove how tough they were by taking it
out on the prisoners and civilians.
These prisoners, I found out, were mostly farmers and workingmen, as simple and ignorant as
many of our own troops. As time went on, more of them lapsed into a zombie-like state of listlessness, while others tried
to escape in a demented or suicidal fashion, running through open fields in broad daylight towards the Rhine to quench their
thirst. They were mowed down.
Some prisoners were as eager for cigarettes as for food, saying they took the edge off their hunger. Accordingly,
enterprising G.I. "Yankee traders" were acquiring hordes of watches and rings in exchange for handfuls of cigarettes
or less. When I began throwing cartons of cigarettes to the prisoners to ruin this trade, I was threatened by rank-and-file
The only bright spot in this gloomy picture came one night when. I was put on the "graveyard shift," from
two to four a.m. Actually, there was a graveyard on the uphill side of this enclosure, not many yards away. My superiors
had forgotten to give me a flashlight and I hadn't bothered to ask for one, disgusted as I was with the whole situation by
that time. It was a fairly bright night and I soon became aware of a prisoner crawling under the wires towards the graveyard.
We were supposed to shoot escapees on sight, so I started to get up from the ground to warn him to get back. Suddenly I
noticed another prisoner crawling from the graveyard back to the enclosure. They were risking their lives to get to the
graveyard for something. I had to investigate.
When I entered the gloom of this shrubby, tree-shaded cemetery, I felt completely vulnerable,
but somehow curiosity kept me moving. Despite my caution, I tripped over the legs of someone in a prone position. Whipping
my rifle around while stumbling and trying to regain composure of mind and body, I soon was relieved I hadn't reflexively
fired. The figure sat up. Gradually, I could see the beautiful but terror-stricken face of a woman with a picnic basket
nearby. German civilians were not allowed to feed, nor even come near the prisoners, so I quickly assured her I approved
of what she was doing, not to be afraid, and that I would leave the graveyard to get out of the way.
I did so immediately and sat down, leaning against
a tree at the edge of the cemetery to be inconspicuous and not frighten the prisoners. I imagined then, and still do now,
what it would be like to meet a beautiful woman with a picnic basket under those conditions as a prisoner. I have never
forgotten her face.
Eventually, more prisoners crawled back to the enclosure. I saw they were dragging food to their comrades, and could
only admire their courage and devotion.
On May 8, V.E. Day , I decided to celebrate with some prisoners I was guarding who were
baking bread the other prisoners occasionally received. This group had all the bread they could eat, and shared the jovial
mood generated by the end of the war. We all thought we were going home soon, a pathetic hope on their part. We were in what
was to become the French zone [of occupation], where I soon would witness the brutality of the French soldiers when we transferred
our prisoners to them for their slave labor camps.
On this day, however, we were happy.
As a gesture of friendliness, I emptied my rifle
and stood it in the corner, even allowing them to play with it at their request. This thoroughly "broke the ice,"
and soon we were singing songs we taught each other, or that I had learned in high school German class ("Du, du, liegst
mir im Herzen"). Out of gratitude, they baked me a special small loaf of sweet bread, the only possible present they
had left to offer. I stuffed it in my "Eisenhower jacket," and snuck it back to my barracks, eating it when I
had privacy. I have never tasted more delicious bread, nor felt a deeper sense of communion while eating it. I believe a
cosmic sense of Christ (the Oneness of all Being) revealed its normally hidden presence to me on that occasion, influencing
my later decision to major in philosophy and religion.
Shortly afterwards, some of our weak and sickly prisoners were marched off
by French soldiers to their camp. We were riding on a truck behind this column. Temporarily, it slowed down and dropped back,
perhaps because the driver was as shocked as I was. Whenever a German prisoner staggered or dropped back, he was hit on
the head with a club and killed. The bodies were rolled to the side of the road to be picked up by another truck. For many,
this quick death might have been preferable to slow starvation in our "killing fields."
When I finally saw the German women held in a
separate enclosure, I asked why we were holding them prisoner. I was told they were "camp followers," selected
as breeding stock for the S.S. to create a super-race. I spoke to some, and must say I never met a more spirited or attractive
group of women. I certainly didn't think they deserved imprisonment.
More and more I was used as an interpreter, and was able to prevent
some particularly unfortunate arrests. One somewhat amusing incident involved an old farmer who was being dragged away by
several M.P.s. I was told he had a "fancy Nazi medal," which they showed me. Fortunately, I had a chart identifying
such medals. He'd been awarded it for having five children! Perhaps his wife was somewhat relieved to get him "off
her back," but I didn't think one of our death camps was a fair punishment for his contribution to Germany. The M.P.s
agreed and released him to continue his "dirty work."
Famine began to spread among the German civilians also. It was a
common sight to see German women up to their elbows in our garbage cans looking for something edible -- that is, if they
weren't chased away.
When I interviewed mayors of small towns and villages, I was told that their supply of food had been taken away
by "displaced persons" (foreigners who had worked in Germany), who packed the food on trucks and drove away. When
I reported this, the response was a shrug. I never saw any Red Cross at the camp or helping civilians, although their coffee
and doughnut stands were available everywhere else for us. In the meantime, the Germans had to rely on the sharing of hidden
stores until the next harvest.
Hunger made German women more "available," but despite this, rape was prevalent and
often accompanied by additional violence. In particular I remember an eighteen-year old woman who had the side of her faced
smashed with a rifle butt, and was then raped by two G.I.s. Even the French complained that the rapes, looting and drunken
destructiveness on the part of our troops was excessive. In Le Havre, we'd been given booklets warning us that the German
soldiers had maintained a high standard of behavior with French civilians who were peaceful, and that we should do the same.
In this we failed miserably.
"So what?" some would say. "The enemy's atrocities were worse than ours." It is true that I
experienced only the end of the war, when we were already the victors. The German opportunity for atrocities had faded,
while ours was at hand. But two wrongs don't make a right. Rather than copying our enemy's crimes, we should aim once and
for all to break the cycle of hatred and vengeance that has plagued and distorted human history. This is why I am speaking
out now, 45 years after the crime. We can never prevent individual war crimes, but we can, if enough of us speak out, influence
government policy. We can reject government propaganda that depicts our enemies as subhuman and encourages the kind of outrages
I witnessed. We can protest the bombing of civilian targets, which still goes on today. And we can refuse ever to condone
our government's murder of unarmed and defeated prisoners of war.
I realize it's difficult for the average citizen to admit witnessing
a crime of this magnitude, especially if implicated himself. Even G.I.s sympathetic to the victims were afraid to complain
and get into trouble, they told me. And the danger has not ceased. Since I spoke out a few weeks ago, I have received threatening
calls and had my mailbox smashed. But its been worth it. Writing about these atrocities has been a catharsis of feelings
suppressed too long, a liberation, that perhaps will remind other witnesses that "the truth will make us free, have
no fear." We may even learn a supreme lesson from all this: only love can conquer all.
About the author
Martin Brech lives
in Mahopac, New York. When he wrote this memoir essay in 1990, he was an Adjunct Professor of Philosophy and Religion at
Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry, New York. Brech holds a master's degree in theology from Columbia University, and is a Unitarian-Universalist
This essay was published in The Journal of Historical Review, Summer 1990 (Vol. 10, No. 2), pp. 161-166.
(Revised, updated: Nov. 2008)
For Further Reading
James Bacque, Crimes and Mercies: The Fate
of German Civilians Under Allied Occupation, 1944-1950 (Toronto: Little, Brown and Co., 1997)
James Bacque, Other Losses: An investigation
into the mass deaths of German prisoners at the hands of the French and Americans after World War II (Toronto: Stoddart,
de Zayas, Nemesis at Postsdam (Lincoln, Neb.: 1990)
Alfred-Maurice de Zayas, A Terrible Revenge: The Ethnic Cleansing
of the Eastern European Germans, 1944-1950 (New York: St. Martin's Press, 1994)
John Dietrich, The Morgenthau Plan: Soviet
Influence on American Postwar Policy (New York: Algora, 2002)
Ralph Franklin Keeling, Gruesome Harvest: The Allies' Postwar
War Against the German People (IHR, 1992). Originally published in Chicago in 1947.
Giles MacDonogh, After the Reich: The Brutal
History of the Allied Occupation (New York: Basic Books, 2007)
John Sack, An Eye for an Eye: The Story of Jews Who Sought Revenge
for the Holocaust (2000)
Mark Weber, "New Book Details Mass Killings and Brutal Mistreatment of Germans at the End of World War Two"
( http://www.ihr.org/other/afterthereich072007.html )
Eisenhower's Holocaust - His Slaughter Of 1.7 Million Germans
- "God, I hate the Germans..." (Dwight David Eisenhower in a letter to his wife in September, 1944)
- First, I want you to picture something in your mind.
You are a German soldier who survived through the battles of World II. You were not really politically involved, and your
parents were also indifferent to politics, but suddenly your education was interrupted and you were drafted into the
German army and told where to fight. Now, in the Spring of 1945, you see that your country has been demolished by the
Allies, your cities lie in ruins, and half of your family has been killed or is missing. Now, your unit is being surrounded,
and it is finally time to surrender. The fact is, there is no other choice.
- It has been a long, cold winter. The German army rations have not been all that good, but
you managed to survive. Spring came late that year, with weeks of cold rainy weather in demolished Europe. Your boots
are tattered, your uniform is falling apart, and the stress of surrender and the confusion that lies ahead for you has
your guts being torn out. Now, it is over, you must surrender or be shot. This is war and the real world.
- You are taken as a German Prisoner of War into American
hands. The Americans had 200 such Prisoner of War camps scattered across Germany. You are marched to a compound surrounded
with barbed wire fences as far as the eye can see. Thousands upon thousands of your fellow German soldiers are already
in this make-shift corral. You see no evidence of a latrine and after three hours of marching through the mud of the spring
rain, the comfort of a latrine is upper-most in your mind. You are driven through the heavily guarded gate and find yourself
free to move about, and you begin the futile search for the latrine. Finally, you ask for directions, and are informed
that no such luxury exists.
- No more
time. You find a place and squat. First you were exhausted, then hungry, then fearful, and now; dirty. Hundreds more German
prisoners are behind you, pushing you on, jamming you together and every one of them searching for the latrine as soon
as they could do so. Now, late in the day, there is no space to even squat, much less sit down to rest your weary
legs. None of the prisoners, you quickly learn, have had any food that day, in fact there was no food while in the American
hands that any surviving prisoner can testify to. No one has eaten any food for weeks, and they are slowly starving
and dying. But, they can't do this to us! There are the Geneva Convention rules for the treatment of Prisoners of
War. There must be some mistake! Hope continues through the night, with no shelter from the cold, biting rain.
- Your uniform is sopping wet, and formerly
brave soldiers are weeping all around you, as buddy after buddy dies from the lack of food, water, sleep and shelter
from the weather. After weeks of this, your own hope bleeds off into despair, and finally you actually begin to envy
those who, having surrendered first manhood and then dignity, now also surrender life itself. More hopeless weeks go by.
Finally, the last thing you remember is falling, unable to get up, and lying face down in the mud mixed with the excrement
of those who have gone before.
body will be picked up long after it is cold, and taken to a special tent where your clothing is stripped off. So that
you will be quickly forgotten, and never again identified, your dog-tag is snipped in half and your body along with
those of your fellow soldiers are covered with chemicals for rapid decomposition and buried. You were not one of the
exceptions, for more than one million seven hundred thousand German Prisoners of War died from a deliberate policy of
extermination by starvation, exposure, and disease, under direct orders of the General Dwight David Eisenhower.
- One month before the end of World War 11, General Eisenhower
issued special orders concerning the treatment of German Prisoners and specific in the language of those orders was this
- "Prison enclosures
are to provide no shelter or other comforts."
- Eisenhower biographer Stephen Ambrose, who was given access to the Eisenhower personal letters, states that he
proposed to exterminate the entire German General Staff, thousands of people, after the war.
- Eisenhower, in his personal letters, did not merely hate the Nazi Regime,
and the few who imposed its will down from the top, but that HE HATED THE GERMAN PEOPLE AS A RACE. It was his personal
intent to destroy as many of them as he could, and one way was to wipe out as many prisoners of war as possible.
- Of course, that was illegal under International law,
so he issued an order on March 10, 1945 and verified by his initials on a cable of that date, that German Prisoners of
War be predesignated as "Disarmed Enemy Forces" called in these reports as DEF. He ordered that these Germans
did not fall under the Geneva Rules, and were not to be fed or given any water or medical attention. The Swiss Red Cross
was not to inspect the camps, for under the DEF classification, they had no such authority or jurisdiction.
- Months after the war was officially over, Eisenhower's
special German DEF camps were still in operation forcing the men into confinement, but denying that they were prisoners.
As soon as the war was over, General George Patton simply turned his prisoners loose to fend for themselves and find
their way home as best they could. Eisenhower was furious, and issued a specific order to Patton, to turn these men over
to the DEF camps. Knowing Patton as we do from history, we know that these orders were largely ignored, and it may
well be that Patton's untimely and curious death may have been a result of what he knew about these wretched Eisenhower
- The book, OTHER LOSSES,
found its way into the hands of a Canadian news reporter, Peter Worthington, of the OTTAWA SUN. He did his own research
through contacts he had in Canada, and reported in his column on September 12,1989 the following, in part:
- "...it is hard to escape the conclusion that Dwight
Eisenhower was a war criminal of epic proportions. His (DEF) policy killed more Germans in peace than were killed in the
- "For years
we have blamed the 1.7 million missing German POW's on the Russians. Until now, no one dug too deeply ... Witnesses
and survivors have been interviewed by the author; one Allied officer compared the American camps to Buchenwald."
- It is known, that the Allies had sufficient stockpiles
of food and medicine to care for these German soldiers. This was deliberately and intentionally denied them. Many men
died of gangrene from frostbite due to deliberate exposure. Local German people who offered these men food, were denied.
General Patton's Third Army was the only command in the European Theater to release significant numbers of Germans.
- Others, such as Omar Bradley and General J.C.H. Lee,
Commander of Com Z, tried, and ordered the release of prisoners within a week of the war's end. However, a SHAEF Order,
signed by Eisenhower, countermanded them on May 15th.
- Does that make you angry? What will it take to get the average apathetic American involved in saving his country
from such traitors at the top? Thirty years ago, amid the high popularity of Eisenhower, a book was written setting
out the political and moral philosophy; of Dwight David Eisenhower called, THE POLITICIAN, by Robert Welch. This year
is the 107th Anniversary of Eisenhower's birth in Denison, Texas on October 14, 1890, the son of Jacob David Eisenhower
and his wife Ida. Everyone is all excited about the celebration of this landmark in the history of "this American
patriot." Senator Robert Dole, in honor of the Commander of the American Death Camps, proposed that Washington's
Dulles Airport be renamed the Eisenhower Airport!
- The UNITED STATES MINT in Philadelphia, PA is actually issuing a special Eisenhower Centennial Silver Dollar
for only $25 each. They will only mint 4 million of these collector's items, and veteran's magazines are promoting
these coins under the slogan, "Remember the Man...Remember the Times..." Pardon me if I regurgitate!
- There will be some veterans who will not be buying these
coins. Two will be Col. James Mason and Col. Charles Beasley who were in the U.S. Army Medical Corps who published a paper
on the Eisenhower Death Camps in 1950. They stated in part:
- "Huddled close together for warmth, behind the barbed wire was a most awesome sight; nearly 100,000 haggard,
apathetic, dirty, gaunt, blank-staring men clad in dirty gray uniforms, and standing ankle deep in mud ... water was
a major problem, yet only 200 yards away the River Rhine was running bank-full."
- Another Veteran, who will not be buying any of the Eisenhower Silver
Dollars is Martin Brech of Mahopac, New York, a semi-retired professor of philosophy at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry,
NY. In 1945, Brech was an 18 year old Private First Class in Company C of the 14th Infantry, assigned as a guard and
interpreter at the Eisenhower Death Camp at Andernach, along the Rhine River. He stated for SPOTLIGHT, February 12, 1990:
- "My protests (regarding treatment of the German
DEF'S) were met with hostility or indifference, and when I threw our ample rations to them over the barbed wire. I was
threatened, making it clear that it was our deliberate policy not to adequately feed them."
- "When they caught me throwing C- Rations over the fence, they
threatened me with imprisonment. One Captain told me that he would shoot me if he saw me again tossing food to the Germans
... Some of the men were really only boys 13 years of age...Some of the prisoners were old men drafted by Hitler in
his last ditch stand ... I understand that average weight of the prisoners at Andernach was 90 pounds...I have received
threats ... Nevertheless, this...has liberated me, for I may now be heard when I relate the horrible atrocity I witnessed
as a prison guard for one of 'Ike's death camps' along the Rhine." (Betty Lou Smith Hanson)
- Note: Remember the photo of Ike's West Point yearbook
picture when he was dubbed "IKE, THE TERRIBLE SWEDISH JEW"? By the way, he was next, or nearly so, to the last
in his class. This article was first printed in 1990, but we thought it was meaningful to reprint it now.
- Note: During Cadet Eisenhower's time at West Point Academy,
Eisenhower was summoned to the office of the headmaster and was asked some pointed questions. At the time, it was routine
procedure to test a cadet's blood to insure White racial integrity.
- Apparently, there was a question of Eisenhower's racial lineage and this was brought to
Eisenhower's attention by the headmaster. When asked if he was part Oriental, Eisenhower replied in the negative.
After some discussion, Eisenhower admitted having Jewish background. The headmaster then reportedly said, "That's
where you get your Oriental blood?" Although he was allowed to remain at the academy, word got around since this
was a time in history when non-Whites were not allowed into the academy. Note - The issue of Eisenhower's little-known
Jewish background in academically essential in understanding his psychopathic hatred of German men, women and children.
- Later, in Eisenhower's West Point Military Academy graduating
class yearbook, published in 1915, Eisenhower is identified as a "terrible Swedish Jew."
- Wherever Eisenhower went during his military career,
Eisenhower's Jewish background and secondary manifesting behavior was a concern to his fellow officers. During World War
II when Col. Eisenhower was working for Gen. Douglas MacArthur in the South Pacific, MacArthur protested to his superiors
in Washington (DC) that Eisenhower was incompetent and that he did not want Eisenhower on his staff.
- In 1943, Washington not only transferred Col. Eisenhower
to Europe but promoted him over more than 30 more experienced senior officers to five star general and placed him in charge
of all the US forces in Europe.
it comes as no surprise that General George Patton, a real Aryan warrior, hated Eisenhower.
- [Ed: Patton was keen to fight the Soviets, and reportedly kept some
German units ready to move against the Soviets...unsurprisingly he was killed; after the war, in a 'car crash,' just like
Lawrence of Arabia was conveniently bumped off, in a similar manner, for his 'pro-fascist' views].
- Finally, the truth about Ike. He was a zionist!, a racist! and a slaughterer
of innocents! He was always these things. And all anyone remembers is his famous quote "to beware of the military/industrial
complex." Like this knowledge means he was a great precient prophet, when he was really a part of the NWO and helped
set the US up for all that followed. The tooling jobs and industry started to leave the US in the early '50's, when
Ike got into power. It was Japan they were building. Notice the difference between the destruction of Japan and the quick
buildup of the Philipines and Japan and the Pacific the US took over, after the war of hegemony to steal the wealth
of the Pacific Rim and present day Afghanistan, Iraq etc., now that the zionists rule the 'world'. The zionist essence
is evil, destructive and self-destructive. Ike was a tool of the zionist evil essence.
POW's Diary Reveals More Of Ike's Holocaust
- Note - The following diary extract has been provided by the nephew of the author under the conditions we honor
his request for anonymity. -ed
- A transcript
of my Uncle's words...from my Mother's diary:
an American Jeep moved towards us and several American Soldiers surrounded us. There was no officer in charge, and
the first thing the 'Amis' did - they liberated us, I mean, from our few valuables, mainly rings and watches........ We
were now prisoners of war- no doubt about it!
first night we were herded into a barn, where we met about 100 men who shared the same fate. To make my story short, we
were finally transported to Fuerstenfeldbruck near Munich. Here we, who were gathered around Hermann, interrupted him
and gasped in dismay.
- Fuerstenfeldbruck had become
known to us as one of the most cruel POW camps in the American zone.
- Then my brother continued:
- Again we
were searched and had to surrender everything, even our field utensils, except a spoon. Here, in freezing temperature,
20,000 of us were squeezed together on the naked ground, without blanket or cover, exposed day and night to the winter
- For six days we received neither food
nor water! We used our spoons to catch drops of rain.
- We were surrounded by heavy tanks. During the night bright searchlights blinded us, so that sleep was impossible.
We napped from time to time, standing up and leaning against each other. It was keeping us warmer that sitting on
the frozen ground.
- Many of us were near collapse.
One of our comrades went mad, he jumped around wildly, wailing and whimpering. he was shot at once. His body was lying
on the ground, and we were not allowed to come near him. He was not he only one. Each suspicious movement caused the guards
to shoot into the crowd, and a few were always hit.
civilians, mainly women of the surrounding villages, tried to approach the camp to bring food and water for us prisoners.
they were chased away.
- Our German officers
could finally succeed to submit an official protest, particularly because of the deprivation of water. As a response,
a fire hose was thrown into the midst of the densely crowded prisoners and then turned on. Because of the high water pressure
the hose moved violently to and fro. Prisoners tumbled, fell, got up and ran again to catch a bit of water. In that
confusion the water went to waste, and the ground under us turned into slippery mud. All the while the 'Amis' watched
that spectacle, finding it very funny and most entertaining. They laughed at our predicament as hard as they could. Then
suddenly, they turned the water off again.
had not expected that the Americans would behave in such a manner. We could hardly believe it. War brutalizes human beings.
- One day later we were organized into groups of 400 men
.... We were to receive two cans of food for each man. This is how it was to be done: The prisoners had to run through
he slippery mud, and each one had to grab his two cans quickly, at the moment he passed the guards. One of my comrades
slipped and could not run fast enough, He was shot at once ....
- On May 10th , several truckloads of us were transported the the garrison of Ulm by the Danube..... As each man
jumped into the truck, a guard kicked him in the backbone with his rifle butt.
- We arrived in the city of Heilbronn by the Neckar, In the end we counted 240,000 men, who
lived on the naked ground and without cover.
and summer were mild this year, but we were starving. At 6;00 am we received coffee, at noon about a pint of soup and
100 grams of bread a day........
- The 'Amis'
gave us newspapers in German language, describing the terrors of the concentration camps. We did not believe any of it.
We figured the Americans only wanted to demoralize us further.
- The fields on which we lived belonged to the farmers of the area...soon nothing of the clover and other sprouting
greens were left, and the trees were barren. We had eaten each blade of grass.....
- In some camps there were Hungarian POW's. 15,000 of them. Mutiny against their officers
broke out twice amongst them. After the second mutiny the Americans decided to use German prisoners to govern the Hungarians.
Since the Hungarians were used as workers they were well fed. There was more food than they could eat. But when the Germans
asked the Americans for permission to bring the Hungarians' leftovers into the camps of the starving Germans, it was
denied. The Americans rather destroyed surplus food, than giving it to the Germans.
- Sometimes it happened that groups of our own men were gathered and transported away.
We presumed they were discharged to go home, and naturally, we wished to be among them. Much later we heard they were
sent to labor camps! My mother's cousin, feared that he would be drafted into the Hitler Youth SS, he volunteered
to the marines, in 1945 his unit was in Denmark. On April 20th they were captured by the Americans. his experience
in the POW camp was identical that of my brother's. They lived in open fields, did not receive and food and water the
first six days, and starved nearly to death. German wives and mothers who wanted to throw loaves of bread over the
fence, were chased off. The prisoners, just to have something to chew, scraped the bark from young trees. my cousins job
was to report each morning how many had died during the night. "and these were not just a few!" he adds
to his report he wrote me.
- It became known, that
the conditions in the POW camps in the American Zone were identical everywhere. We could therefore safely conclude,
that it was by intent and by orders from higher ups to starve the German POW's and we blamed General Eisenhower for it.
He, who was of German descent could not discern the evildoers during the Nazi time from our decent people. We held
that neglect of knowledge and understanding severely against him.
- I wish to quote the inscription on the grave stones of those of my German compatriots who have already passed
- We had to pass through
fire and through water. But now you have loosened our bonds.