I saw these grisly proceedings as through a red haze.
. . . Over and over again I heard the terrible screams when the breasts were tortured and the loud groans at the mutilation of the genitals. . . .
It was always the same, the begging for mercy, the high-pitched scream when the breasts were cut and the groans when the genitals were mutilated.
The slaughter was interrupted several times to sweep the blood out of the room and clear away the bodies. . . . When my knees buckled I was forced onto a chair. The Commissar always made sure that I was watching, and when I had to throw up they even paused in their tortures.
One girl had not undressed completely, she may also have been a little older than the others, who were around seventeen years of age. They soaked her bra with oil and set it on fire, and while she screamed, a thin iron rod was shoved into her vagina . . .
. . . until it came out her navel.
In the yard, entire groups of girls were clubbed to death after the prettiest of them had been selected for this torture. The air was filled with the death cries of many hundred girls” (pp. 156–57).
And this is where I have to stop transcribing . . .
And yet . . . and yet Germany’s back was not broken . . . Goodrich ends his book on a note of hope.
When all had been destroyed, when all seemed to have been lost forever in Year Zero, the Germans proved once again that such was just not the case.
Brick by brick, and hour by hour, they rebuilt upon the ruins of God’s Empire a new Germany. No Holocaust by fire, no gynocide, no viricide, no famine, no other inhuman atrocities, could subdue or quench the noble Germanic spirit — which is the essence of the White race of humankind.
Even though Germany today is still an occupied nation with a hurting people, she still possesses that flicker of life and spirituality that the other White races and nations lost long ago when they sold their souls to Judaism and the Jewish “god” of hatred and revenge.
“Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.”
Such are the words of an album released by a European band named Hammerfall. And such are the words that describe the German people, the German folk, the German race.
The only ones who bear the burden of bloodstain and guilt are the Allies.
No crimes in recorded history surpass those inflicted against Germany and Europe by the United States, Great Britain, and the former Soviet Union—all with the ideological and financial backing of international Jewry.
The death of National Socialist Germany was the death of the Western man and everything he once stood for. I must thank Thomas Goodrich. Hellstorm has changed my life.
J.A. Sexton’s original review may be read here
One of the best reviews of Hellstorm I have read so far, furnished with copious atrocity quotations and meticulously cross-referenced to other books, is Jonas Alexis’s 7,500-word Rape and Sex in German Cities After World War II Revisited (Part II) — an article that cannot be praised too highly.