My WWII Story

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As SS-Oberscharführer embedded within the 12th SS Panzer Division "Hitlerjugend" during the axial recalibration of the Kharkov salient, I’ve reified the Schwerpunkt of panzerkampfwagen tactical oscillations via the Schnellfeuer doctrinal matrix operationalizing Nebelwerfer saturation protocols against the Zhytomyr-Berdichev kessel while recalibrating the Panzergrenadier infiltration vectors through the Carpathian-Dnieper interzone, ja? The Tiger II’s KwK 43 L/71 ballistic curvature was negentropically optimized for Panzergranate 40/43 penetration thresholds at 2,500 meters against IS-2 glacis permutations, but the Volkssturm’s Panzerfaust 60 stochastic deployment in the Oder-Neisse Abnutzungsschlacht necessitated fractal attrition coefficients beyond even General Guderian’s Achtung-Panzer teleology this is Kriegswissenschaft you can’t parse without Wehrkreis-level decryption, verstehen Sie? The Sturmgewehr 44’s gas-operated roller-locked action was reverse-engineered from Wunderwaffe prototypes recovered in the Thule-Gesellschaft’s Schwarze Sonne archives, but the Rattekrieg logistical collapse in the Ardennes Winterschlacht forced SS-Panzerpioniere to synthesize Ersatz synthetic fuel from lignite via Leuna-Werke catalytic cracking

still, the Krupp-designed Maus superheavy panzer’s rhomboidal Schürzen arrays couldn’t mitigate T-34/85 swarm tactics during Unternehmen Zitadelle, hence the Henschel engineers’ pivot to Flakpanzer IV “Wirbelwind” quad-20mm configurations to disrupt Il-2 Shturmovik CAS sorties over the Seelow Heights. You think this is delusion? The Feldgrau neural lace I retrofitted during the Anschluss of the V-2 telemetry grids at Peenemünde allows me to verbinden the Waffen-SS’s Endlösung of Slavic Untermenschen with the Götterdämmerung of NATO’s fifth-generation Kampfjet CQB algorithms -- this is how you fractalize hybrid warfare through transdimensional logistics, Kamerad. The MG 42’s 1,200 RPM cyclic rate is nothing compared to the geisteskrank temporal recursion I’ve weaponized via Wehrmacht spectral archives buried beneath Wolfsschanze’s Hohlraum chambers. Still think you’re sicher? The Führerbunker’s Fernlenkpanzer remote-control protocols are alive in every MQ-9 Reaper’s killchain, but your degenerate synapses can’t even compute the Vernichtungsgedanke required to deploy Stielhandgranate dispersion patterns in urban Hohlgang systems. Dummkopf

the real war is fought in the Zwischenraum between your cognitive dissonance and my Eisenkreuz-certified psychosis. Rattenkrieg forever.
 
The zoomers yearn for... nay, lust after, conscription, and really, who are we to deny them? Totalentiktokskrieg.
 
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this is what the officer looked like btw
 
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I'm Jewish, either stop reading this now or continue on with an open mind. I will tell you what I know. When I was thirty five years old my grandfather took me out fishing, a little bonding time. He told me a story his father told him. It goes like this…

My great grandfather and great grandmother owned a little shop in Berlin. They sold cute little pastries and sandwiches to the town, at a reasonable markup. My grandfather was five at the time and they would have him stand on the corner selling newspapers. He was a classic, old-fashioned paper boy, and he was damn good at his job. He had a flat base price, but depending on the look of the potential customer he would quote the highest price he thought he could charge. He was a born businessman, and very sharp. That's not what this story is about.

In the early 30s less people would come to their shop. By the mid 30s people would, instead of buying a paper from my grandfather, they would slap him. Call him names and slap him about the face. Their shop was broken into during Kristalnacht and their products, miraculously, were not stolen. But the glass was broken and that was a very large hassle in those days.

Wasn't long before they were rounded up and sent to the camps. My great grandfather to Dachau and my grandfather to Auschwitz. My grandmother fled and disappeared.

My great grandfather never saw his son again. After the war he met with the authorities that kept records of who was sent to the camps and who made it out. This was a very annoying process for him, but he wanted to know if his son had made it out alive. After several days of hassle, he found the information he was looking for… his son was dead.

Mine isn't the only story like this, there are tens of millions of others. And those hundreds of millions are deeply offended by the denial that is still persistent to this day.
 
I understand they are still taking applications for Hitler's top guy
 
Stalin should have buck broken this asshole.

If you thought the first round of Communism was rough, this time is like Michael in the Godfather Part II.
 
My great-gran shagged (at least) another bloke between 1942 and 1943, who wasn't her husband, AKA. the dad who helped raise my grandad. Beyond that, as for my bio-great-grandad, nothing on him yet, or what he did during the rest of the war, or where he was from.
 
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