Veterans Day 2023

American Dissident Voices broadcast of 11 November, 2023

by Kevin Alfred Strom

YOU MAY FIND this hard to believe, but I can remember when grizzled men who had survived the horrors of the trenches in 1917 and 1918, or their surviving wives, were still to be found standing on street corners or in shopping center entrance areas every November 11, handing out red poppies for Veterans Day, a practice that has almost disappeared in this country. The poppy reference is to the famous World War 1-era poem by John McCrae, In Flanders Fields — “In Flanders fields, the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row” etc. And a sad and very moving poem it is.

Everywhere these days — television ads, social media, billboards, community events, multiple holidays — we see Americans “honoring our veterans,” “saluting those who served,” etc. etc. etc. — the variation in phrases is endless. This seems to be the only thing on which Americans more or less agree, so it is “celebrated” with a vengeance, but a vengeance that seems to me empty and forced. Veteran-worship and US-military-worship seem to be about the only bone that the Hebrew-dominated Establishment is willing to throw masculine White men these days, or tradition-minded White people generally, so it has become a kind of secular religion. And the common folk, having nothing else besides Jewish Jesus to believe in — if they still have that — lap it up like Kensingtonians lap up tranq. They’ve just “got to believe” that Dad or Uncle or little Johnny died for a good cause, because if it wasn’t a good cause, well then… we just can’t follow that train of thought because it leads to a forbidden place.

Call them fools, call them rubes, accuse them of having fallen quite recently from the bed of a turnip truck, these willing Aryan accomplices from Minnesota and Tennessee and Arkansas and the Rockies and the coasts who kill and bomb on behalf of Washington’s Jewish rulers — they deserve all of those names and more, I suppose. But they are our people, and we must perforce love them as much as we can, and that means loving them even more than they deserve. And so we must acknowledge that we who did not fall off a turnip truck, we who figured out the game long ago, have not done an adequate job of “wising up” our fellow White people and doing a better job than the Jews we allowed to invade our living space are doing in getting our ideas and ideals and the plain facts of reality to our own people. We must acknowledge that, due to our failure to hold onto — and then our continued failure to regain — power in this country and in all other White-founded nations, the common people are miseducated, misled, and tricked into giving up not just the greater part of their time and the their wealth to their deadliest enemies, but to giving their very lives by the millions in service to those enemies.

So maybe, just maybe, we have to forgive those who supported these insane wars against our own race and against our own interests, wars for Israel (like all our Middle Eastern wars of recent years), and wars for Zionism and the power elite like World Wars 1 and 2. That sad poem of World War 1, John McCrae’s In Flanders Fields — though deeply melancholy — also calls the reader to “take up the torch” and keep faith and take up “our quarrel with the foe.” There is not a hint of irony, or suspicion that perhaps the ostensible foe is not our foe at all. As such it is in perfect harmony with the spirit of the veteran-worship and war-worship that is all that is left of state religion in America.

In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Maybe we also have to forgive those with the opposite, equally unrealistic, anti-war point of view, such as the sexually and mentally confused writer Rod McKuen who, in the midst of the insane bloodletting of the Vietnam War in 1971, had a hit with his song Soldiers Who Want to Be Heroes despite the fact that it was effectively banned from radio play by many stations in the US for being “unpatriotic.”

He sang, in part:

Soldiers who want to be heroes
Number practically zero
But there are millions
Who want to be civilians
Come and take my eldest son…
Give him a rifle, take his hoe
Show him a field where he can go
To lay his body down and die
Without asking why.
Don’t you think it’s time to weed
The leaders that no longer lead
From the people of the land
Who’d like to see their sons again?

Of course, I can’t imagine such an anti-military song being allowed in World War 2 Germany, fighting for its life and needing absolute loyalty to the nation and to the great cause of not just Germany, but the White race itself, from its young men. I also can’t imagine this song being allowed to become a hit in World War 2 America, when the fools couldn’t be permitted to doubt for an instant the sacred duty of everyone to slaughter as many of their German kinsmen as possible.

But while young Americans were being sent into a bloody meat-grinder for the third time in as many decades, and with no one to tell them about the forces that were behind it all — behind the deaths of their friends and brothers and sons — I can definitely see where these anti-war poets and singers were coming from.

Maybe we also even have to forgive that old pacifist-turned-Communist Pete Seeger — not for all his misdeeds, to be sure, but at least for his disillusion with the idea of dying for the rotten American Establishment, which had just engaged in the senseless bloodletting of the Korean War when he wrote his iconic song Where Have All the Flowers Gone:

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Again, I can feel where the listeners to that song were coming from. They could see that they had won nothing worthwhile for their nation in Korea or Vietnam. And all around them, young men were dying. For what? No one could articulate a good reason why. And, little did these good folks know, but the reasons they had been given for what they thought was “the Good War,” World War 2, were a pack of lies to top all the rest they’d been told. Not only had they won nothing of value for our race and nation in that war but we had actually massacred our own kinsmen by the millions on behalf of enemies who wanted us all dead — and to those enemies we have since given almost total power, and they have used that power to fight an undeclared war on our race which continues to this very day.

But no matter how much we are sick of these horrific wars we are tricked into fighting, the reality of the human condition — even if our Jewish misrulers were to be defeated or magically disappear from the Earth forever — is that no nation, or confederation, can long exist unless its young men are willing to lay down their lives for it. Thus, the correct answer to no-win wars and wars for a parasitic elite is not to become pacifists, but to get goddamn rid of the parasitic elite, to channel all our martial energy and spirit into defeating the enemy that now occupies Washington and New York and Los Angeles, and to making sure that the next generation of our people live under a proper government — one in which the continued existence and upward progress of our race is the highest value, a government of, by, and for our race alone and answerable to our race alone — and to ensuring that future generations of our young people live in a territory absolutely free of other races, so that the natural mating and natural increase and natural evolution of our people can continue for ever and ever.

And a few poets and songwriters and artists feel as we do. One such artist has re-purposed the band Laibach’s song The Whistleblowers — as a paen to the great mythopoeic struggle of National Socialist Germany.

From north and south
We come from east and west
Breathing as one
Living in fame or dying in flame
We laugh, our mission is blessed
We fight for you, for freedom unforeseen
Thinking as one, rolling along to the beat of the drum
We march, the Black Cross machine

Even the original, unmodified Laibach video version of the song shows us something healthy — a neo-nationalist school for young people — all White — where they are taught to be strong and to endure difficult things for the freedom of their Folk. Inspiring indeed.

This truly is the way forward. Not mindless warriors — and not pacifists either. Fight we must, if we wish to live. But let us fight for our own Folk and for nothing else. Let us cast off the Jews and money-men who have enslaved us for their bloody and evil aggressions and unworthy, selfish purposes. Let us fight to give a new nation birth, to give space and peace for new White generations, for new White children to be born. For that is the purpose of peace, and that is also the purpose of war.

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Recently, I saw a social media post from a typical worshipper of the US military, a right-wing “patriot” who said:

My biggest regret in life is not having the pleasure to have served. Thank you and happy Veterans Day to all of you that did serve. Thank you for serving our country and helping keep us free.

Free? You’ve got to be kidding. The first freedom, which stands above all others, is the freedom to have a nation by and for and of your own people, to live among your own people, and to continue your own people — precisely the freedom we are denied.

Well, I didn’t want to get ignored or instantly blocked, so I tried to speak part of the essential truth, enough to give pause and make the reader think, without backing the original poster into a corner or making him feel attacked. Even though he definitely needs to rethink his entire worldview and ideology, even though nearly everything he has been taught to regard as “sacred truth” is really a lie, I know he couldn’t possibly handle it all at once. So, when he said “Thank you for serving our country and helping keep us free,” I simply said: Those who, against tremendous odds, have fought against the current anti-White tyranny are those who have truly and most nobly served.

So, yes, remember those who were fooled into giving their lives and their efforts for unworthy causes. But also remember those who did even better. Who did fight — and are fighting now — for our great people, our great race.

Adolf Hitler. Revilo Pendleton Oliver. George Lincoln Rockwell. William Luther Pierce. Those who served in their great cause, our great cause, are the veterans who have truly and most nobly served. In many cases reviled by the ignorant. Slandered by the enemy in his media. Falsely prosecuted by an occupation government. Denied employment or bankrupted. Some rotting in jail for years or decades or their entire lives. Some killed. All marginalized. Many pauperized. Most forgotten.

These are the men and women — the too-long forgotten veterans — I remember, and we should all remember, this Veterans Day. How can you best honor their lives and their memories? By joining and supporting the National Alliance.

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