Nazi Lauck NSDAP/AO

NS NEWS BULLETIN

of the NSDAP/AO - English Internet-Edition

Number 114/14 - Summer 2003 (114))

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Wolfgang Willrich – Aryan Artist

One of the Third Reich’s most famous artists was Wolfgang Willrich. Born on March 31, 1897 from a long line of peasant stock, Willrich displayed artistic while still very young. When he went to college in 1915 in Berlin, he viewed the art trends as decadent. In 1916 he was drafted and served as a non-com in the 251st Infantry Regiment. He was awarded the Iron Cross on the Western Front.

When he became a p.o.w., he spent much time drawing. His first drawings were published by the International Red Cross in a magazine for prisoners of war.

After his release, he resumed study. Although he joined Ludendorff’s Tannenberg Association, differences with Mathilde von Ludendorff caused him to leave. But he still published in their journal.

Willrich excelled at portraying Nordic racial types. In 1933-1934 he was active in the Reich Ministry of Culture, but was forced out because of his affiliation with the Ludendorff circle. Later R. Walter Darre made him an independent employee so he could continue to draw Nordic peasants, which he did with much enthusiasm. Many of his drawings appeared as posters and postcards and were widely distributed. But he still maintained his independence. He turned down Heinrich Himmler’s offer to become an honorary member of the SS. I fact, he never even joined the NSDAP. Ironically, he considered the Third Reich’s opposition against degenerate art to be too moderate! Together with Walter Hansen and Graf Klaus von Baudissin, he helped organize the Munich Exhibition of Degenerate Art in 1937.

In 1939 he asked to be sent to the front as a combat artist. After Poland, he went to France, Norway, Finland, Sicily and Russia. Many famous military leaders were portrayed by him. Later he portrayed many holders of the Knights Cross. At the end of 1943 he returned to Berlin where he continued his work.

His final art works were published in Argentina after the war. He died on October 18, 1948 of cancer.

Strength through Beauty!

In this era of decadence and degeneracy, the senses and sensibilities of every decent Aryan are assaulted time and time again even in the short span of a single day. Our soul cries out for spiritual sustenance. The beauty created by Aryan artists helps fill this spiritual need, boosts our moral and reminds us of the greatness of our race.

For many years I looked forward to the day when our resources, financial and/or technological, would enable us to share and distribute true Aryan art among both comrades and other racial kinsmen. Finally, that day has come! In early June we added about eighty(!) full color Aryan art works to our line. You now have access to them! There are three ways to see them. First, if you have access to the Internet, simply visit our web-site at nazi-lauck-nsdapao.com . Second, you can purchase full color DIN-A3 (approx. 11.7 x 16.5 inch) poster reprints. Third, many works of art are shown in our DVD’s (see #818-A, #818-B and #839 in the price list).

There are now too many works of art to show - or even list - in this publication, but you can request free sales flier(s) for these items. Simply write to: NSDAP/AO, PO Box 6414, Lincoln NE 68506, USA.

The Encounter of Corporal Schlag with Adolf Hitler

Two young lieutenants happily trotted back to their companies, the first and the eight. The officers’ conference was over. Tomorrow would again be a hot day. Today Lieutenant Helms, the younger of the two, had received special praise from the regiment commander. His platoon had performed a small masterpiece during a maneuver. Tomorrow Lieutenant Frhr. Von Bieberstein wanted to surpass him with his men.

Helms and Bieberstein were friends. They helped each other through thick and thin and the two of men had many practical jokes on their conscience. Still, each spurned the other on; neither wanted to ever be second best in any way. Now they rode through the pine forest with the red shine of the setting sun on the tree trunks toward their camp. The day of August 16, 1938 was coming to an end.

The battalion commander had spoken long with Helms after the officers’ conference. The first platoon was to be withdrawal from the maneuver the next day. The men had done their work well. They would hence be given an honorable task. The visit by the Supreme Commander was expected. Adolf Hitler would come. He was expected here in the regiment’s camp. A great day was coming. Now everybody suddenly realized that it had all been worthwhile, the eternal marching, laying down, the "jump up, march, march!", the thousands of drops of sweet they had lost in the sandy ground of the border-country. Fast as the wind the news spread across the maneuver grounds to the last man, and what had still been a guess and hope in the upper offices became a certainty in the large tents of the enlisted men.

The men of Helms’ platoon were to be the orderlies when up ahead at the edge of the forest – on the simple, long tables where normally Schmittke writes a Sunday letter to his Minna and tall Emil opens up his mother’s latest packet – the important guests, the Führer and his entourage, the regiment commander - and certainly also the battalion commander and their Helms, the lieutenant from the first battalion, take their meal from the field kitchen.

"I really envy you!" Bieberstein shouts over to happy Helms. "If I could just once see the Führer, right up close, could hear him speak to those around him and how he laughs and enjoys himself. So far away, marching past or on the movie screen, that’s not enough for me." Then he tells Helm s how as a boy on his father’s remote property in the east he only could hear about this wonderful man from newspapers and the stories of the oldsters; but he did not really get to experience and admire him until he had become a RAD man and later went to the infantry school. Young people love him differently, follow him more passionately and believe in him more fervently". That is how he ended his account while he long looked over at Helms’, on whose breast the Gold Honor Badge of the Hitler Youth shined, and for whom tomorrow would certainly be the nicest day of his life. But where would he be himself? Certainly somewhere among the shade-giving pines, somewhere far off on maneuver.

It had already become dark when Bieberstein hastily burst into Helms’ tent, dragged the friend out into the darkness of night and entrusted him with an idea and asked him for a favor. What the two of them whispered in the darkness in front of the tents could not be understood. One just heard Helms laughingly call out to the departing Bieberstein that he was lucky to get two days leave right now and that he should enjoy them.

Indeed, Adolf Hitler came the next day. Covered in dust, he and his entourage had emerged from the terrain. The inspection appeared to have been thorough and critical.

Corporal Hahn of the first platoon told Corporal Schäfer that it was easier to do the maneuver here as an orderly than with their snappy chief out there in the sand. Helm thought about the heat and the wounded feet; it was good that the gods of Prussia seemed to favor him. "The new fellow over there", Schäfer pointed at the big blonde Corporal who had been assigned to Helms’ platoon for today, "does it right – just a little more service if the Führer visits our field kitchen." "Maybe he is otherwise chief waiter at the Hotel Kaiserhof", Hahn remarked laughing, "such good-looking fellow are wanted there. Besides, I am sure I have seen him before." Now the comrades pounced on Hahn, saying he must have lived in the Kaiserhof, a fine pickle, and so on, until sergeant Euler sent all of them swarming out into the area in order to find something "green" for the tables.

At the wooden tables at the edge of the forest across from the Führer one could see Reichsführer-SS Heinrich Himmler, Senior General Keitel, Obergruppenführer Brückner and Reich Press Chief Dr. Dietrich. Helms and his men recognized very many faces, but their eyes stared at the one man who really enjoyed the beans from the field kitchen, who gave the regiment commander some kind of report about the maneuver, who laughed so heartily when his neighbor told him something, and who seemed so proud and happy about what he had seen and experienced among his soldiers from the earliest morning hours to now when the sun stood at its zenith.

The newly assigned corporal seemed enchanted. He energetically performed his duty. He was happy to serve the plate with the white beans to the Führer, and the Führer had nodded to him in a friendly way and thanked him. Lieutenant Helms observed that. A sly smile formed on his mouth when his eyes met those of the orderly. There was work for the orderlies; the plates returned to the field kitchen two, yes three times, where they were filled up again.

"Take another helping, my Führer", said the general, and the new orderly already stood behind the Führer in order to fill his plate again. The Führer thanked him. But Heinrich Himmler noticed the handsome, large, blond man. The corporal had the face of a leader. He must become a soldier-peasant in the eastm the Reichsfhrer-SS thought. Healthy peasant strength flows in his veins, splendid men one meets everywhere in Germany in the field grey uniform.

"What is your name", the Reichsführer-SS asks the orderly, and the gaze of the other men turn toward the big orderly with the sun-tanned face and blue eyes.

The Führer also looks around.

Being the center of attention of these important guests obviously made the orderly unsure. He was ready to ring the Führer a big helping of white beans, but to say his name…had he forgotten it? Briefly straightening himself up, hands on the pants, heels snapped together: ":Corporal Schlag, Reichsführer-SS", finally came the answer. Heinrich Himmler already noted it: "Corporal Schlag, 8th Company, Infantry Regiment…" One would check how the man performed in service, perhaps suited for the east.

The Führer was pleased. Lieutenant Helms squirmed uncomfortably back and forth on his seat and bit his lip. But Corporal Schlag, the assigned orderly, had quickly disappeared - as if he were afraid to be further observed and questioned.

Weeks passed. Nobody thought anymore about the white beans from the field kitchen on the edge of the forest and the wooden tables on the sandy soil of the border-country. Then one day a letter from the Reich Chancellory arrived. The chronicler of this true anecdote did not read it, but it must have meant this: It turned up a lot of a dust in the 8th company of the 2nd battalion. Lieutentant Frhr. von Bieberstein had filed a complaint – a complaint against himself. Then the battalion commander and later the regiment commander had questioned him and Lieutenant Helms. Their action was punishable – especially that of Lieutenant von Bieberstein. The heaven appeared to break loose over this Brandenburg lieutenant. Indeed, it was noi small matter, this lie, this giving a false name in the presence of the Supreme Commander and then his own degrading to corporal. The regulations of the German army, its iron, inextinguishable laws demanded a severe measure. That this young lieutenant out of unbounded love and admiration for his Führer played the role of a corporal in order to once get close to him, that he flabbergasted took a fake name – a word he fished up and clung to as if to a life-preserver in order not to be discovered – all that might be humanly understandable, as daring action of the Prince of Homburg, but the iron laws of German soldiery, written on the tablets of tradition consecrated and made holy by blood, must remain stronger than the human heart.

Only one could pardon: that great figure who, far beyond the human and the all-too-human, towers over our time, who has himself experienced life under laws hard and unerring, who created laws and established a new order. One for all may encounter the genius of our folk, to thank him through fulfillment of duty and love. Here folk had met folk; in this corporal Schlag the nation met the Führer with its overflowing heart, with the simply expression of its gratitude and its joy. The Führer, however, laughed out loud with joy when he heard the story about corporal Schlag, the big blond lieutenant with the blue eyes and the weathered skin. For him it was not yet over. The Wehrmacht adjutant was called…

Not much later a packet arrived at the 8th company. It was for Lieutenant Frhr. von Bieberstein. Helms helped him open it. Something was embedded in fine shavings. Their impatience grew. Then the secret was lifted; the sun lifted over nights full of pangs of conscience. An overjoyed man’s voice trembled softly as he read under the photo of the Führer in the silver frame: "To my dear Lieutenant Frhr. von Bieberstein alias Corporal Schlag in comradeship – Adolf Hitler."

The above is an excerpt from book #563 SS GUIDELINES FOR HITLER’S BIRTHDAY, $10.00.

Letters to the Editor

Swastika Sticker in Reich Capital

I found your sticker some days ago on a house wall. I am interested in your work. I hate the Jews who live here as parasites. They press money from our work for their wars. I look for stickers against Jews to make our country free of them. I think the most damned Jews are in the USA. - Berlin

 

New NS State!

I have received the latest issue of your newspaper. It is excellent! We are a modern activist group fighting against the global Jew system. We live and fight for the day when our enemy will be defeated. Then we will create a new NS state. Until then, the fight goes on! Sieg Heil! – Belgrade, Serbia

 

Young, but Determined

Although I will am not yet 17 and must prepare for my "Abitur" next year, I will fight, even without those who have fallen victim to materialism. – Leipzig

 

Pleasant Memories of an SS Comrade

Two days before the Führer’s birthday I write you. Have just turned 82. I will never forget my double trip through Germany in 1938 and 1939 from Aachen to Vienna. Back then everything was formed by the heart - in short, social and genuine. In 1941 I worked at the Robert Bosch works in Berlin. Since 1942 I was in the Waffen-SS, becoming a non-commissioned officer in 1943. Each day I admired the courage and comradeship of the German heroes. - Flanders

 

Free Publicity

Hungarian television aired an hour program about Hungarian skinhead bands in early June, and they even showed the NSDAP/AO address! I didn’t know that you had secured air time on Hungarian television. You should have told me this in advance! Heil Hitler! – California

Editor: Comrade Lauck’s interview was also broadcast in several U.S. cities during May.

 

Massive Protests against the Irak War

Indeed, the protests were massive throughout Europe. Almost every major city had demonstrations with tens of thousands of participants. Bush and Blair were commonly called war criminals. Worldwide, 99% of the international law experts say it was a criminal war of aggression. – Austria

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