The Falsification of History: Our Distorted Reality (53 page)

Some minutes later we heard a horrible noise - the bombers.
 
There were non-stop explosions.
 
Our cellar was filled with fire and smoke and was damaged, the lights went out and wounded people shouted dreadfully.
 
In great fear we struggled to leave this cellar.
 
My mother and my older sister carried the big basket in which the twins were laid.
 
With one hand I grasped my younger sister and with the other I grasped the coat of my mother.

We did not recognise our street any more.
 
Fire, only fire wherever we looked.
 
Our 4th floor did not exist anymore.
 
The broken remains of our house were burning.
 
On the streets there were burning vehicles and carts with refugees, people, horses, all of them screaming and shouting in fear of death.
 
I saw hurt women, children, old people searching for a way through ruins and flames.

We fled into another cellar overcrowded with injured and distraught men women and children shouting, crying and praying.
 
No light except some electric torches.
 
And then suddenly the second raid began.
 
This shelter was hit too, and so we fled through cellar after cellar.
 
Many, so many, desperate people came in from the streets.
 
lt is not possible to describe!
 
Explosion after explosion.
 
It was beyond belief, worse than the blackest nightmare.
 
So many people were horribly burnt and injured.
 
lt became more and more difficult to breathe.
 
lt was dark and all of us tried to leave this cellar with inconceivable panic.
 
Dead and dying people were trampled upon and luggage was left or snatched up out of our hands by rescuers.
 
The basket with our twins covered with wet cloths was snatched up out of my mother’s hands and we were pushed upstairs by the people behind us.
 
We saw the burning street, the falling ruins and the terrible firestorm.
 
My mother covered us with wet blankets and coats she found in a water tub.

We saw terrible things: cremated adults shrunk to the size of small children, pieces of arms and legs, dead people, whole families burnt to death, burning people ran to and fro, burnt coaches filled with civilian refugees, dead rescuers and soldiers, many were calling and looking for their children and families, and fire everywhere, everywhere fire, and all the time the hot wind of the firestorm threw people back into the burning houses they were trying to escape from.

I cannot forget these terrible details. I can never forget them.
 
Now my mother possessed only a little bag with our identity papers.
 
The basket with the twins had disappeared and then suddenly my older sister vanished too.
 
Although my mother looked for her immediately it was in vain.
 
The last hours of this night we found shelter in the cellar of a hospital nearby surrounded by crying and dying people.
 
In the next morning we looked for our sister and the twins but without success.
 
The house where we lived was only a burning ruin.
 
The house where our twins were left we could not go in.
 
Soldiers said everyone was burnt to death and we never saw my two baby sisters again.

Totally exhausted, with burnt hair and badly burnt and wounded by the fire we walked to the Loschwitz Bridge where we found good people who allowed us to wash, to eat and to sleep. But only a short time because suddenly the second air raid began and this house too was bombed and my mother’s last identity papers burnt.
 
Completely exhausted we hurried over the bridge across the River Elbe with many other homeless survivors and found another family ready to help us, because somehow their home survived this horror.

In all this tragedy I had completely forgotten my 10th birthday, but the next day my mother surprised me with a piece of sausage she begged from the ‘Red Cross’.
 
This was my birthday present.

In the next days and weeks we looked for my older sister but in vain.
 
We wrote our present address on the last walls of our damaged house.
 
In the middle of March we were evacuated to a little village near Oschatz and on March 31st, we got a letter from my sister.
 
She was alive!
 
In that disastrous night she lost us and with other lost children she was taken to a nearby village.
 
Later she found our address on the wall of our house and at the beginning of April my mother brought her to our new home.

You can be sure that the horrible experiences of this night in Dresden led to confused dreams, sleepless nights and disturbed our souls, me and the rest of my family.
 
Years later I intensively thought the matter over, the causes, the political contexts of this night.
 
This became very important for my whole life and my further decisions.”

Dresden's citizens barely had time to reach their shelters. The first bomb fell at 10.09pm and the attack lasted 24 minutes, leaving the inner city a raging sea of fire.
 
Precision saturation bombing had created the desired firestorm.

A firestorm is engendered when hundreds of smaller fires join together and become one vast conflagration.
 
Huge volumes of oxygen are drawn-in to feed the inferno, causing an artificial tornado.
 
Those persons unlucky enough to be caught in the rush of wind can be hurled down the entire length of a street into the flames.
 
Those who seek refuge underground often suffocate as oxygen is extracted from the air to feed the blaze or they perish in a blast of white heat, intense enough to melt human flesh and bone, leaving no visible trace.
 
Indeed, such was the power of the conflagration that night that air was sucked from basements and sewers where the populace hid in large numbers, suffocating many hundreds or even thousands, to death.

Another eyewitness who survived told of seeing “young women carrying babies running up and down the streets, their dresses and hair on fire, screaming until they fell down, or the collapsing buildings fell on top of them.”

There was a three-hour pause between the first and second raids.
 
The lull had been calculated to lure civilians from their shelters into the open again.
 
To escape the flames, tens of thousands of civilians had crowded into the ‘Grosser Garten’, a beautiful area of parkland nearly one and a half miles square in area.

The second raid came at 1.22 am with no warning as the early warning sirens had been destroyed in the first attack, probably along with their operators.
 
Twice as many bombers returned with another massive payload of incendiary bombs.
 
The second wave was intended to spread the raging firestorm into the Grosser Garten and it was a complete success.
 
Within a few minutes a sheet of flame ripped across the grass, uprooting trees and littering the branches of others with everything from bicycles to human limbs.
 
For days afterward, they remained bizarrely strewn about as grim reminders of Allied sadism.

At the start of the second air assault, many were still huddled in tunnels and cellars, waiting for the fires of the first attack to die down.
 
At 1.30 am an ominous rumble reached the ears of the commander of a Labour Service convoy sent into the city on a rescue mission.
 
He described it this way…

“The detonation shook the cellar walls.
 
The sound of the explosions mingled with a new, stranger sound which seemed to come closer and closer, the sound of a thundering waterfall; it was the sound of a mighty tornado howling in the inner city.”

Others hiding below ground died, but they died painlessly - they simply glowed bright orange and blue in the darkness and as the heat intensified, they either disintegrated into ashes or melted into a thick liquid, three to four feet deep in places.
 
Shortly after 10.30am on the morning of the 14th of February, the last raid swept over the city.
 
American fighter-bombers pounded the rubble that had been Dresden for a full forty minutes, but this attack was not nearly as heavy as the first two.

However, what distinguished this raid was the cold-blooded ruthlessness with which it was carried out.
 
US Mustangs appeared low over the city, strafing with machine gun fire, anything that moved, including a column of rescue vehicles rushing to the city to evacuate survivors.
 
One assault was aimed at the banks of the Elbe River, where refugees had huddled together during this terrible night.

In the last year of the war, Dresden had become a hospital town.
 
During the previous night's massacre, heroic uninjured individuals had dragged thousands of the devastatingly injured to the banks of the Elbe to escape the worst ravages of the firestorm.
 
The low-flying American Mustangs machine-gunned those people and their helpless charges, as well as thousands of elderly and children who had escaped the city and when the last plane had departed, Dresden was a scorched ruin, its blackened streets filled with corpses.
 
The city was not even spared further horror.
 
A flock of vultures that had escaped from the ruins of the zoo fed on the carnage and rats also swarmed over the piles of corpses.

In Dresden, the Allied airmen under the orders of the Elite butchers fronted by the sadistic Churchill, murdered several hundreds of thousands people in one single, hellish night and destroyed countless cultural treasures.
 
Women who were giving birth to children in the delivery rooms of the burning hospitals jumped out of the windows, but within minutes, these mothers and their children, who were still hanging at the umbilical cords, were reduced to ashes too.
 
Thousands of people whom the incendiary bombs had transformed into living torches jumped into the ponds, lakes and rivers, but phosphorus continues to burn even in the water and is indeed ‘fed’ by water.
 
Even the animals from the zoo, elephants, lions and others, desperately headed for the water, together with the humans.
 
But all of them, the new-born children, the mothers, the old men, the wounded soldiers and the innocent animals from the zoo and the stables, horribly perished in the name of ‘liberation’.

What justification is there for this utterly repugnant behaviour?
 
Is it revenge, hatred, blood-lust or ritual sacrifice?
 
I believe it is a mixture of all of these, but I do know one thing for sure and that is that no sane, balanced, rational human being behaves in this disgraceful, cowardly fashion.
 
These people are undoubtedly clinical psychopaths with no empathy for the plight of their fellow man, whatsoever.

It is a popular, albeit cynically engendered misconception that credits the dropping of the two atomic devices on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki on the 6th and 9th August 1945, respectively with ending the war months early and saving the lives of millions.

With World War Two rapidly coming to a close, the Elite needed an excuse to move into the next phase of their ‘great work of ages’, the ‘Cold War’.
  
The attack on Hiroshima and Nagasaki sent a clear message to the Soviets and indeed the rest of the world and it was known by the American branch of the Elite that the Soviets would not sit idly by and let American military technology intimidate them.
 
The Soviets had already begun work on their own version of the terror weapon, subsequently helped enormously and probably intentionally by the wholesale leaking of atomic secrets by double agents.
 
Within a year or so of the end of the war, the Russians had their own atomic devices and thus was born the ‘Cold War’ and the great ‘Arms Race’ of the second half of the twentieth century, designed solely to terrify and as an excuse to suppress the populations of the whole world in much the same way as the contemporary, bogus ‘war on terror’ works today.