OK, so the “far out” right would have you believe that Hitler was the good guy, raised in difficult family circumstances, in a post-WW1 Germany under economic oppression from the Jew banksters and being subverted by the Jew commies, by porn and other anti-Christian evils, from within.
They also tell us that when Hitler tried to kick against that sort of subversion he wound up in jail, where he dictated Mein Kampf, so he and his political cronies would have a modus operandi against Big Jewry and their planned commie overthrow of Europe.
But despite the propaganda, Hitler wasn’t a true Christian, with a real and noble interest in the welfare of white Europeans; but rather a conceited, egotistical megalomaniac, characterized by stubborness and irrationality. Once let loose, he proceeded to wipe out tens of millions of his racial brethren, and destroyed most of Europe, and obliterated much of the best white European Christian culture and heritage.
In terms of foreign policy, he provided a national home for the antichristian Jews in Palestine; and allowed the Jews and their acolytes to make mountains of cash out of the misfortunes of war others much more righteous suffered; and, inadvertently or otherwise, firmly established the Jews and their corporate and international commie acolytes as the real threat to world peace, from that day to this.
Yes, Hitler did at least superficially endorse Christianity in his rise to power; but he really wanted what he perceived to be “Jewish Christianity”, with a Jewish Savior, to just die out. He also arrogantly wanted a so-called “thousand year Reich” to usurp the biblical thousand year reign of Jesus Christ; and to ultimately see an ideal pagan German world supersede the very notion of the Trinitarian God of the Bible and his promise of life eternal in the heavenlies.
Another D-Day memorial day has just passed, so check out the awesome price Americans paid on the beaches of Normandy, when they served the God of the US Founding Fathers by securing your freedom from the totalitarian creep Hitler, in this D-Day article and the following videos …
Lying prone on the beach, soaked to the bone by the cold waters of the English Channel, Richard Fahey looked at the scene around him and planned his next move. Wounded American soldiers were falling all around while many others had already taken their last breath. As the commanding officer of a clearing company for the 60th Medical Battalion, the 27-year-old captain knew moving those injured men to safety was his responsibility.
Ignoring an air thick with bullets and fragmented steel, Fahey got to his feet, trekked across a ground littered with hidden mines, and began to help a bleeding soldier find shelter from the storm of German firepower. It was at that moment that a chilling realization nearly froze Fahey in his tracks. Scanning the beach in all directions he quickly discovered that there was no safe haven for the wounded. Firing from the cliffs high above Omaha Beach, the Germans had a clear view of everything that moved in front of them.
He hurriedly dragged the wounded behind anything he could find – a blown up obstacle, a small mound of sand or a destroyed vehicle. Other than providing a small bit of shelter there was nothing else Fahey could do for them. Landing craft were hung up on obstacles offshore and few medical supplies or personnel had reached the beach.
As part of the first wave to land on Omaha Beach, Fahey knew the fighting would be tough and the casualties high. But the scene unfolding around him was much different than expected.
All along the shoreline landing craft and armored vehicles burned or sat half-submerged. Bodies floated ashore with the tide while soldiers hugged the ground searching for some way to move inland.
As the Americans continued to pour onto the beach the Germans methodically decimated their ranks with machine guns, mortars and artillery.
In those early morning hours of June 6, 1944 it appeared that something had gone terribly wrong with the invasion of Normandy.
… The men who landed on Omaha Beach were in for a terrible surprise on D-Day. A weak German division defending the area was replaced by the battle-hardened 352nd Division, an important fact that had escaped the eyes and ears of Allied intelligence. Worse yet, the fortifications shielding these veteran German soldiers were virtually unscathed by the massive pre-invasion air and sea bombardment.
On the day Fahey landed ashore he was also startled to find that the German defenses discussed during the 10-minute briefing on the invasion were nothing like the fortifications he was seeing with his own eyes.
“I did not know until I saw the beach that the plateau had long tunnels in them paralleling along the entire sandy beach and the Germans were inside the tunnel and were able to shoot out their peep holes at blank range” said Fahey. “They also had gun emplacements at the mouth of the tunnel overlooking the valley passageway between the series of plateaus.”
The orders were given on June 4th that the invasion would commence the next day. An announcement was made over the camp loudspeakers that told the troops, “there will be no going back even though the bodies be packed six feet high on the beach.”
But Fahey and the men around him no longer feared the inevitable. It was time to go and they were prepared for it.
“Most of the men did not care or have fear,” said Fahey. “This thing had dragged out too long and all of the men were anxious to have it over with. Like so many of my companions I had the idea that nothing was going to happen to me anyway and that I would be coming back home. We never lost any sleep worrying.
“I was never scared of dying. You have to die some day. When you are young you’re not scared of anything. I didn’t have enough brains to be scared.”
The massive invasion force was loaded onto ships and the largest armada ever assembled up to that time sailed for the French coast on the evening of June 4. But just as it seemed ready to begin Mother Nature intervened.
A storm moved through the English Channel and made an amphibious assault impossible. By morning the ships were back at anchor off the English coast.
The invasion begins
The orders came again on June 5th that the invasion would begin the next morning. The men were told to get a good night’s sleep.
“This,” said Fahey “was for real.”
In the predawn hours of June 6 Allied warships began bombarding the French coast. From the deck of his transport ship Fahey watched the naval guns blast away while bombers and fighters tore up the Normandy beaches from the air.
The only thing equaling the awe-inspiring sight of so many ships converging on one place was watching a multitude of planes fill up the French sky.
It didn’t take long for chaos and confusion to stake their claim on Omaha Beach. Attempts to destroy mined obstacles in the water were proving unsuccessful and landing craft were beginning to back up helplessly in the churning waters of the English Channel.
Only a few small holes were made in the fence of obstacles and Fahey’s landing craft was forced to wait its turn offshore. That’s when he first witnessed the bravery of American soldiers, a characteristic he would see countless times over the next 36 hours.
Landing craft were being struck by German shells all along the section of sea in front of Omaha Beach. Fahey’s craft rescued a group of American soldiers floating in the water after their craft had been sunk.
The soldiers had lost all their guns and equipment when their craft was hit and they were told they would be transported back to the main armada and probably back to England. Fahey couldn’t believe what transpired next.
“To a man they protested and insisted going in (to the beach),” said Fahey. “They had nothing. No guns, nothing. We each had a supply of six boxes of K-ration so we each shared two boxes with them and these men came into the beach with us.”
After sharing his rations, Fahey displayed his own act of courage.
With his landing craft still unable to penetrate the obstacles the doctor grew impatient. Knowing it was his responsibility to help the wounded soldiers on the beach, Fahey jumped out of the landing craft and started swimming for shore.
“It was illegal for me to do that but I didn’t give a damn,” said Fahey. “I wasn’t worried about technicalities in a situation like that.”
Once he reached land Fahey found an appalling scene.
“There were virtually no vehicles or jeeps on the beach and the ones that had arrived were disabled and blown up by the Germans at ease,” said Fahey. “There were many dead and wounded. I saw one man whose remains consisted only of a sheet of skin flattened on the sand. There was a circular place in the middle of the skin apparently where the explosion had occurred. The only part of his body that remained were his hands, (part of) of his skull and his feet.”
The simple plan of landing on the beach, heading for a valley along the plateau and moving inland wasn’t even a consideration. The Germans clearly ruled Omaha Beach.
“There was no way any of us would go up that valley,” said Fahey. “The machine gun fire from the Germans was withering. So we wandered up and down the sand pulling the wounded to safety, or what was relative safety, behind disabled vehicles or sometimes into little foxholes that were dug out. I do not know who dug them, maybe it was the Germans on watch duty.”
Without any medical supplies Fahey felt frustrated with his inability to help the wounded.
“I couldn’t do anything for them,” said Fahey. “All I could do was pull them under something so they would be safe. What can you do when you don’t have anything?”
In a just a short time on the beach, Fahey became convinced that the Germans purposely avoided shooting him or any other medical personnel. To this day he still speaks highly of those soldiers from the 352nd Division.
“I’ve got nothing against the Germans,” said Fahey. “I didn’t like Hitler but the Germans were an honorable people. They would not shoot you if you were wearing the red cross on your arms and helmet. The medics on the beach were in blank range of the Germans. There are, of course, exceptions. There is always a bad apple in every crowd.”
Fahey would soon put the Germans’ aversion to shooting medics to the ultimate test. It was the only time on Omaha Beach that the doctor’s clear thoughts became muddled by the atrocities of war and it’s a miracle he lived to tell about it.
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