THE FOURTH REICH
When I was a boy, now a full lifetime away, I was conscious of many of the men around me in our small Sussex village. Some had badly burned faces, the victims of mustard gas, others with limbs missing or like my father with bad ague twitches, the result of shell shock. They were heroes of the Great War, young men who as farm boys, bricklayers, chimney sweeps, road menders, gardeners and butcher boys they volunteered and marched off to war to give if necessary their all for their country. They returned shattered men, but just got on with their lives. Fortunately for them post traumatic stress had yet to be recognised as they were far too busy rebuilding their world to even think about such things.
At some time in the late 1960s I came across the EEC and I thought of those men, and those who failed to return which so sadly resulted in the shattered lives of their loved ones who watched them march away. I remembered the middle-aged widows and spinsters who would never re-marry, or marry, for they had made their betrothal and in those days such a commitment was sacred and for ever.
I thought about the young Canadian soldiers camped in our woods who we Sussex people had befriended, of the time they marched off to Dieppe and few returned. I thought about being machine-gunned by German fighters as we walked to school, and the black crosses on the low flying German bombers as they flew low over our fields. I thought about the times the local special constable and district nurse would come to our church school to collect a small boy or girl because their daddy had been killed in action far away.
I thought about the village people crowding into the village hall to watch a newsreel film about Belson and other concentration camps showing scenes so absolutely appalling it was almost impossible to believe that human beings could have been responsible for such evil. I remembered the pictures in the papers of German soldiers having snatched babies from their mothers, tossing them in the air and catching them on their bayonets. I thought of captured German photographs of civilians of all ages being lined up along the edge of trenches they had been forced to dig, and then shot. I remembered a platoon of British soldiers of the Warwickshire Regiment being locked in a barn before grenades were thrown in, and the French church where the women and children of the village were locked in before it was set on fire to by the German soldiers who had just executed the women's unarmed husbands. I remembered the pictures of Russian peasants having been rounded up and murdered by slow hanging. I remembered my father who knew the German mentality well, telling me that it would be unlikely that in my lifetime I would not have to go to war with Germany.
I remembered all these things and I listened to the hopeful claims that unity in Europe would mean the end of German territorial ambitions and political aspirations. I was by no means convinced. When we were politically manoeuvred into the grand plan without so much as a 'by your leave' I knew my fears were justified. It did not take much research to establish that we had been drawn into a typical German secret trap with the help of evil treasonous traitors in our midst. We the people were neither consulted nor asked and for a very good reason, had the people known the truth they would never have consented to entering into a unity with a nation we had learned to know so well at such horrific cost.
I recognised the claims of the liberal appeasers that we should draw a line under the bitter experiences of the past and move on, as potentially being one of the most dangerous threats to this nation it has ever encountered. And here we are. Our base industries closed down, our agricultural and fishing industries a shadow of their former selves. Our essential services in the ownership of foreign companies, our once great world trade now stifled by foreign political intervention imposed on us by our once great Parliament, the former fountain of democratic principle. Our government a sham as it acts as an administration for an unelected, unaccountable foreign political power that demands and takes from us billions of pounds of our healthcare, education, pension and future investment funding, while at the same time ensuring that we have a continuous trade deficit with all the other nations that were, like ourselves, conned into joining.
If the British people wish to remain a nation at all, with their political institutions now taken over by foreigners it is inevitable that they will as ever have to fight for it. One would hope the greatest test this nation has ever had to face and engage could be and will be resolved through the ballot box, but those of us who have seen the German's reaction when challenged have grievous doubts that it could all be that simple. One is reminded of a statement made by Helmet Kohl: "When we build the house of Europe the future belongs to Germany" The Germans believe that house to be as good as built, and as history has proved, Germany does not surrender its claimed assets easily.
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