>>16674483>>16674484>>16674486>>16674487>>16674488>>16674490>>16674491>>16674494>>16674495>>16674496>>16674497>>16674499>>16674500>>16674503>>16674504>>16674505>>16674506>>16674507>>16674508>>16674510>>16674512Anons, live is hard but you need to push through. I got something for you:
speech of Hitler from Dec 10, 1940
>Back then I derived my entire faith in the German Volk and its future from my knowledge of the German soldier, of the small musketeer. In my eyes, he was a great hero. Naturally, other sections of the Volk did their best also. But still there was a difference. For him who lived at a wealthy home and lived in luxury, for him Germany looked quite beautiful back then. He could take part in everything: culture, the easy life, and so on. He could enjoy German art and so many things more. He could travel through the German lands, tour German cities, and so on. Everything was beautiful to him. That he stood up for it was understandable. But on the other side stood the small musketeer. This little prole, who barely had enough to eat, who slaved away simply to exist, and who, in spite of all of this, fought like a hero out there for four years: on him I stacked my hopes, on him I pulled myself up again. And when all the others in Germany despaired, I looked to this small man and regained my faith in Germany. I knew: naturally, Germany would not perish, not as long as it has such men. 