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Γερμανία: Ευρωπαϊκή Εθνικοσοσιαλιστική Πορεία Προς Τιμή Του Ρούντολφ Ες Από Το Βερολίνο Στο Σπαντάου Και Ένταση Με Μισθοφόρους Αντιδιαδηλωτές Της Αντίφα ~ Germany: European National Socialist March In Honor Of Rudolf Hess From Berlin To Spandau And Tension With Mercenaries Counter-Protesters Of Antifa…! (Video + Photo)

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European National Socialists marching in Berlin-Spandau to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the death of Hitler’s former deputy Rudolf Hess were met over with over 2,000 counter-protesters, Saturday, leading to confrontations that descended into sporadic fist fights between the two groups.

Υπαρχηγός Ρούντολφ Ες – Ένας Θαρραλέος Ήρωας Για Την Ειρήνη ~ Deputy Führer Rudolf Hess – A Courageous Hero For Peace…! (Photos)

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By Mark R. Elsis
[August 17, 2012}

My coming to England in this way is, as I realize, so unusual that nobody will easily understand it. I was confronted by a very hard decision. I do not think I could have arrived at my final choice unless I had continually kept before my eyes the vision of an endless line of children’s coffins with weeping mothers behind them, both English and German, and another line of coffins of mothers with mourning children.”

~ Rudolf Hess (June 10, 1941)

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Ένα Αφιέρωμα Για Την Ζωή Και Τον Θάνατο Του Εθνικοσοσιαλιστή Ήρωα Ρούντολφ Ες ~ A Tribute About The Life And Death Of National Socialist Hero Rudolf Hess…! (Video)

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Wolf Rüdiger Hess: The Life And Death Of My Father, Rudolf Hess

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The Life And Death of My Father, Rudolf Hess

 

By Wolf Rüdiger Hess

  • Presented by videotape at the Eleventh IHR Conference, 1992.

When my father flew to Scotland on May 10, 1941, I was three-and-a-half years old. As a result, I have only very few personal memories of him in freedom. One of them is a memory of him pulling me out of the garden pond. On another occasion, when I was screaming because a bat had somehow gotten into the house. I can still recall his comforting voice as he carried it to the window and released it into the night.

In the years that followed, I learned who my father was, and about his role in history, only bit by bit. Slowly, I came to understand the martyrdom he urged as a prisoner in the Allied Military Prison in Berlin-Spandau for 40 long years — half a life-time.

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