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“They hate everything that we stand for. They hate everything about us and yet they continue to immigrate like rats to our countries. Muslims make up over twenty percent of France. Turkish Muslims make up fifteen percent of Germany, and the number is increasing every day. Pakistani Muslims are taking over England! Mohammad is the most common baby name in England today! This is a disgrace!

“This is our rallying cry.
We
will do what our governments are afraid to do! We will take on Islam. We will fight these rag-head terrorists! We will throw them out! We will push them back to where they came from. We will establish the Fourth Reich and the dominance of white rule!”

The crowd burst into screams of “
Sieg Heil
!
Sieg Heil
!”

Eidhalt raised his hand again. “But we and those who are with us are men of
action
. We will not stand by and watch the Western world collapse under financial irresponsibility. We will no longer allow our governments to borrow away our future and our children's futures and welcome a take-over from Islam. We will not allow our countries to degenerate morally and spiritually under pressure from the Jews and Muslims. We will no longer prostrate ourselves in front of the oil-rich Arabs who use oil to choke us to death. Once we take over our countries' governments, we will establish an international oil cartel whose prices will be determined by
us
. That will allow for thriving economies without extortion from Islamic rats who never created or did anything! They own the oil wells through no effort of their own! They were all developed and run by Western companies!

“To all of those who know we are coming, the wait is over. It is time to rise up! To take on the forces arrayed against us. To throw out the immigrants from the Middle East. To reestablish the sovereignty of our countries. To reestablish financial stability, and racial purity. Mongrel nations fail. Pure nations thrive!
Sieg
!”


Heil
!”

“So where do we go from here? We will have elections. But inside our party I have made temporary assignments of authority. It will be by region. I will be the
Führer
. I take that only because of my experience and, frankly, my finances. I'm able to do this, and I'm able to finance all of you. Each of the rest of you will be the head of your country's Nazi Party. We will all wear the same uniforms, we will all swear allegiance to the same constitution. We will all begin our efforts to rally the people in our countries who agree with us. And we will do it with action.

“You will see action tonight. In just a few minutes, you will see something that will shock you and will inspire you. We strike in every country at the same time in the same way. We will strike the mosques, we will strike the markets, and we will strike television stations. In particular, we will strike everything owned by Muslims. You remember
Kristallnacht
? It was on
this very
day
seventy-one years ago! November 9th and 10th, 1938! People rose up against the Jews in Germany. Thousands were arrested. A thousand synagogues were burned! Jewish shops were destroyed! Glass from the shops covered the streets! Crystal everywhere! Crystal Night! November 9th! But for us, today? The same thing? No. Not the Jews. Not yet. For us it is the Muslims! I want
ten
thousand Mosques burned all around the world! I want fire bombs, Molotov cocktails, assassinations, looting! Mayhem and pandemonium on the Muslims! And every day thereafter until the revolution is over.”

He waited while the applause died. He continued, “Tonight, I have another surprise. Perhaps one of the greatest moments in all of Nazi history will be before you tonight.”

Eidhalt turned to us and gestured. Jedediah lifted up the flag and we walked to the front of our platform and prepared to go down the stairs. He continued, “Tonight, as I promised, we have with us the most important piece of Nazi history in existence. I challenged each of you to do something to prove your worthiness to be here tonight. And each of you did. But one group rose above the rest. The American Southern Volk achieved what I thought was unachievable! And they have brought here something that I did not know existed any longer.

“Gentlemen, what holds the blood of the first Nazi martyrs? What accompanied Hitler on his beer hall
putsch
ninety-six years ago today?” He paused and waited. “
Die Blutfahne
! The Blood Flag!” He turned and gestured for us to come down.

Jedediah began walking down the stairs with the flag out in front of him, low enough to get under the screen. The “Horst Wessel Song” began again, but at a lower volume. As soon as Jedediah cleared the screen he raised the flag straight up, and it swayed in the light breeze.

Eidhalt spoke over the song as Jedediah walked. “We dug up the bodies of the first Nazi martyrs and matched their DNA to this flag. This is it! Rally to it, men! Rally to it!”

Jedediah stood just to his right with the spotlight focused on him. The flag now lowered slightly so that it draped down and could be seen. The men below started screaming and yelling. “
Sieg Heil
!
The
Blutfahne
! Long live Nazism!”

They were nearly in a frenzy. He waited, encouraging them to continue their outpouring of shock and joy. He said, “
Die Blutfahne
! Our rallying point! We will keep it safe! We will display it! Each of you will touch it tonight and take the blessings of this talisman with you back to your countries! Begin your own flag tradition based on this night! And one week from Monday, show your flags! Put them on your cars! Put them in your windows! Leave them at the scenes of the fires! Tell people who we are!”

Eidhalt waited as the men cheered and roared. He spread out his arms, waiting for more. Encouraging them, yet more still.

“Sieg
!

“Heil
!

He raised his hand to quiet them down, but they would not, they carried on and on, screaming their support for the Blood Flag. Expressing their energy, their anger, and their enthusiasm.

He raised both hands and they quieted. “The Blood Flag. We have built the bridge from the founding of the Nazi party to today. We have retrieved the first and most important symbol of Nazism and are prepared to carry it forward into the future. Tonight it begins. But we must show the world we are serious. Dead serious. This is not some club. This is not a debating society.” He looked around with his arms out to his sides. “What is the threat?”

He waited. There was no immediate response. He yelled, “
What is the threat?

Finally, a few yelled out. “Islam!”

He yelled back, “Islam! They hate everything we stand for! They have invaded our countries, they have crippled and intimidated our governments, they have killed our people, and they will never rest.” He paused. “Neither will we!”

Suddenly, I felt a rustle of people to my right as three or four men's boots clattered up the stairs past me. They were four Nazi-uniformed soldiers dragging a man whose hands were handcuffed behind him and who had a hood pulled completely over his head so he couldn't see. He was struggling and fighting. The men holding him were too big and strong to give him any room. They forced him down the steps and out onto the stage.

Eidhalt looked at them and motioned for them to stand to his left out on the front of the stage. “And here, here is our first message. This is where it starts. Men, I bring you a terrorist. A man who has sworn the destruction of the Western world. A man who was sent to infiltrate anti-German groups and finance them, to create even more difficulty in our country.

“This is Mohammed al-Hadi! This virus, this Muslim pile of shit, is from al Qaeda, the bacteria that infects everything and ruins everything. Just like the Jewish bacteria did in the twenties and thirties, it must be stopped. And the stopping begins here. And it starts here tonight! Why him? Because he is the one who killed Germans in Munich and Berlin! He is the one who is responsible for the bombings of the subways! And what have our security forces done about it? Nothing! How is it we have him and they don't? Because we have better intelligence than they do! We are better informed! And we are more effective!

“Answer this: How many Westerners, how many Europeans, how many of your people have been killed by al Qaeda? How many have been murdered and beheaded on the Internet? Well, we can access the Internet too. Let's see how they like it.”

He stepped back and nodded to one of the guards holding Mohammed. The guard undid the rope around his neck and ripped off the hood. Mohammad shook his head and blinked at the bright spotlights that shown on him from multiple angles. Two cameramen approached closely. One from below the stage. The other climbed up on the stage and stood three or four feet away, focusing the camera directly on his face.

Eidhalt yelled, “They want beheadings on the Internet? They shall have one. One of their own! And if this angers them? All the better! We are coming after them. They will never know where to find us. They will never know who we are! This man's death will be posted on the Internet in hours. And we will disperse from here and make our way out of Poland and disappear. They will never find us. I will operate from an undisclosed location, but I will be easy to communicate with. I will tell you what to do next. Let it begin!”

He stepped back as two of the guards forced Mohammad down onto his knees. The other two removed large hook-shaped knives from sheaths in their belts and pulled Mohammad's head back. One took his right hand and dug the point of the knife into Mohammed's neck. Mohammed began screaming and fighting, which caused the point of the knife to go deeper into the neck. Blood ran down the knife point and dripped onto the stage. Mohammed screamed and fought. The guard dug the knife deeper.

I couldn't believe my eyes. They were going to cut this man's head off right on the stage in front of us as he screamed through his death. The very man I had been tracking. It seemed suicidal to pick a fight with al Qaeda, but I also noted its brilliance. If Eidhalt and others could operate in an area outside of the ability of al Qaeda to find them, al Qaeda would attack the countries where these men came from. They would attack Germany and England and America. And if the attacks had any degree of success, they would cause panic and anger at al Qaeda. If the attacks were even marginally effective, they could shut down entire sections of cities for days at a time. One bomb in one pizza parlor in New York City would create havoc for days. They were begging al Qaeda to attack, to cause the very panic that they wanted to take advantage of. To impose “security and discipline” they were going to take on Islam directly.

And if Eidhalt was even half right, that Europe was on the brink of financial disaster and economic decline, if depression was around the corner and the populations felt insecure because of al Qaeda attacks, he might very well have success in creating the fertile soil necessary for Nazism to rise again. It was completely rational and frightening.

Mohammed screamed as the knife plunged deeper as his head tilted slightly to the left. I didn't see any arterial blood yet, but I was sick from what I was seeing. Jedediah stole a glance at me.

Suddenly from behind me, I heard an outburst of gunfire. I couldn't see clearly but I saw lights from vehicles. Then I saw the flashes of police lights on top of the vehicles. The Polish police. They were at the gate demanding entrance. But the Nazi guards were having none of it. They fired their automatic weapons directly at the police through the fence as other Nazi guards raced toward the gate, assault rifles ready. Hundreds of rounds flew back and forth. Eidhalt told the guards on the stage to stop as he walked up the stairs underneath the screen and looked back toward the gate. He yelled some commands in German and several men ran toward the gate. Three of them had RPGs. At least fifty more Nazi's unflung their automatic weapons and ran toward the fight. In seconds dozens of automatic weapons were unloading on the Polish police as others opened the gate. Those with the RPGs knelt and fired on what I could now see were Polish SWAT vehicles. They exploded in seconds and fireballs illuminated the area. I could see at least ten policemen dead on the ground. The Nazis opened the gate and rushed through. In less than a minute, the entire fight was over. The Polish police lay dead and their vehicles burned in the darkness. One Nazi guard was dead leaning against the fence, but I saw no other casualties. Eidhalt saw what I saw and returned to the microphone.

“Our time has now come. We have been discovered and now go into our operational plan. We will finish this video elsewhere and put it on the Internet tonight. For those of you who came with me in the helicopters, it is time to go!”

The men looked around.

“We will not be heading back to Munich.” He could see the look of surprise on the faces of those in front of him. He held up his hand to pacify their concerns. “But you may trust me. Our plan all along, has been to go back a different way than we came. He yelled into the microphone, “To the helicopters!”

The crowd headed toward the buses.

Jedediah lowered the flag and headed to the back of the platform. He quickly removed the Blood Flag from the pole and folded it. I knelt down and opened the case. He knelt down next to it and began placing the flag inside. He looked back over his shoulder and then looked at me with concern. “So what's the freaking plan? We're going to let them all just fly out of here on helicopters?”

I also looked around. “I thought we'd be in Munich, and we'd have the BKA to help. We're on our own now. At least we can get the leaders for murder in a Polish court.”

He looked at me in amazement. “They're not going to be found. You heard him. He's got some place set up where no one will find them. And the other people, what did they do? They just came here and listened to a speech. They didn't do anything. We can't even get them arrested.”

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