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Manish Sapariya

1/31/2006 12:41:00 PM

Hi List,
I am using ruby mostly for running my watir (Web automation
tool written in ruby) scripts. However in this process I need
to login to unix box and carry out some task before proceding
with my test.

I could find rexpect module but it seems that works only on
*nix and not on windows.

I am not sure whether rexpect can work on windows. Can somebody
confirm? If rexpect is not the way, what would be solution
for login on to unix box and run some scripts there?

I also tried using cygwin on windows, but I am not sure how can
I run my watir scripts on cygwin along with rexpect?

Is this possible?
Any help in this regard will be appreciated.
Thanks and Regards,
Manish
9 Answers

M. Edward (Ed) Borasky

2/1/2006 3:06:00 PM

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I'm pretty sure there's a "native" port of "expect" to Windows, if that
helps. Are you running "ActiveState" Tck/Tk or some other version?

Does "rexpect" run under CygWin? I've never tried it, but I'm pretty
sure the CygWin Tcl/Tk/expect works fine on Windows. And if you (or
someone else) figures out how to start up Internet Explorer (or for that
matter, Excel) from CygWin, I'd like to know -- it would be quite useful.



Manish Sapariya wrote:
> Hi List,
> I am using ruby mostly for running my watir (Web automation
> tool written in ruby) scripts. However in this process I need
> to login to unix box and carry out some task before proceding
> with my test.
>
> I could find rexpect module but it seems that works only on
> *nix and not on windows.
>
> I am not sure whether rexpect can work on windows. Can somebody
> confirm? If rexpect is not the way, what would be solution
> for login on to unix box and run some scripts there?
>
> I also tried using cygwin on windows, but I am not sure how can
> I run my watir scripts on cygwin along with rexpect?
>
> Is this possible?
> Any help in this regard will be appreciated.
> Thanks and Regards,
> Manish
>
>

--
M. Edward (Ed) Borasky

http://linuxcapacitypl...

Ian Amuhton

2/4/2006 3:50:00 AM

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M. Edward (Ed) Borasky wrote:
> Does "rexpect" run under CygWin? I've never tried it, but I'm pretty
> sure the CygWin Tcl/Tk/expect works fine on Windows.

Don't know about `rexpect`, but Cygwin `expect` does.

> And if you (or
> someone else) figures out how to start up Internet Explorer (or for
> that matter, Excel) from CygWin, I'd like to know -- it would be
> quite useful.

Put this function in your .bashrc

ie() {
/cygdrive/c/progra~1/intern~1/iexplore.exe $* &
}

then you can can do stuff like

$ ie google.com

at the prompt.


--
da
~~


Topaz

6/26/2012 5:50:00 PM

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On Mon, 25 Jun 2012 10:57:56 -0700 (PDT), AlexMilman
<alexmilman@msn.com> wrote:


>Couple more obvious questions:
>
>1st, how this woman figured out that this person was a "commissar"? To
>start with, there were no "commissars" in the Soviet Army circa 1945
>and "political deputies" did not wear special uniforms or insignia
>(anyway, she was hardly an expert in the Soviet uniforms). Taking into
>an account this person's obvious sympathies, I wonder why this was not
>a "commissar with the Jewish appearance" to fit the schema perfectly.

No doubt it was easy to see who was in charge, by the way they talked,
regardless of any uniforms.

>
>2nd, even if the whole story has some semblance of a factual
>background, how come that none of these girls was raped before
>execution? Sounds totally unnatural. Absence of any mentioning of the
>rape makes the whole story seriously suspect. Perhaps this woman was
>inspired by Marquis de Sade's works but, OTOH, Marquis usually had
>rape included into the list.

No doubt that happened on another day or someplace else.

>
>3rd, of course, why an author of this story had been spared? Claim to
>the Brazilian citizenship would not be a defense for somebody caught
>in Nazi uniform and commander of the troops would be a complete idiot
>to leave a witness: an _official_ policy ta this time was to maintain
>proprieties. Looting and maltreatment of the locals had been
>explicitly forbidden and, _if caught_, one may expect a lot of
>unpleasant consequences (a number of generals ended up in prison based
>on this accusation and looting was one of the items brought up against
>Zhukov so one can imagine how an ordinary soldier would be treated)
>so the last thing one would want is to have a live witnesses. She
>would be either killed or not permitted to watch. If the whole thing
>(just for argument sake) was officially sanctioned, then survival of
>the witness becomes practically 100% improbability.

The allies were not criminals in danger of getting caught. There was
no police department out to prosecute them. Such worries did not
exist.


>In other words, all of the above looks like a pile of not very
>plausible crap.

Your arguments are a lot of crap. The allies were subhuman monsters.

By Martin Brech

FORTY-FIVE years ago, I witnessed an atrocity: the deliberate
starvation of German POWs by our own army. History, written by the
victors, suppressed all news of this atrocity until James Bacque, a
Canadian author, published his brilliant expose, OTHER LOSSES. This
book is a best seller in Canada, a sensation in Europe, yet is
virtually unavailable (censored?) in the U.S. Our major booksellers
told me their distributors are not handling it. When I prevailed upon
a small, independent bookstore to order direct from Canada, the
publisher told them they would be the only store in New York State to
carry the book. This in 'the land of the free'?"

Fortunately, Pat Buchanan called attention to OTHER LOSSES in his
January 10, 1990 column. He wrote:

"Conclusion: the U.S. Army killed ten times as many Germans in POW
camps as we did on battlefields from Normandy to V.E. day. (German
POWs) had their rations cut below survival level until they were
dying
at rates up to 30% of exposure, starvation and neglect... Red Cross
food trains were turned back and U.S. food shipments sat on the
docks...One French officer said the U.S. camps reminded him of Dachau
and Buchenwald...The book blames Eisenhower. 'The German is a beast,'
Ike had written... But that was not how the Canadians and British
felt, who treated their prisoners justly...It was not the view of
General Mark Clark, nor of Patton...Ignoring the book is not enough."

Pat Buchanan's courageous column inspired me to help end the cover-up
of the atrocity I had witnessed. I wrote letters to several
newspapers
which were, of necessity, short and incomplete. Now I would like to
finally free more of my painful memories, hoping to be heard, so that
this will help us to acknowledge our share in the "banality of evil",
cleansing ourselves with the truth. Perhaps we as a nation may then
put this behind us with some integrity and with some hope for
redemption.

In October 1944, at age eighteen, I was drafted into the army while a
student at the NYS College of Forestry. Largely due to the "Battle of
the Bulge", my training was cut short, my furlough cut in half, and I
was then immediately sent overseas. Upon arrival in Le Havre, France,
we were quickly loaded into boxcars and shipped to the front. By the
time we reached it, I had developed mononucleosis severely enough to
be sent to a hospital in Belgium.

By the time I left the hospital, the unit I had trained with in
Spartenburg, South Carolina was so deeply into Germany that I warn
placed in a "repo depo" (a replacement depot) despite my protests. I
then lost interest in which units I was assigned to because
non-combat
units were generally not respected. My separation qualification
record
states that I served mostly with the 14th Infantry Regiment, during
which time I guarded prisoners of war and served as an interpreter.
During my seventeen month stay in Germany, I was transferred to other
outfits also.

In late March or early April 1945, I was assigned to help guard a POW
camp near Andernach along the Rhine. I had four years of high school
German, so I was able to talk to the prisoners, although this was
forbidden.

Gradually, however, I was used as an interpreter and asked to ferret
out the S.S. (I found none.)

In Andernach, between 50,000 and 65,000 prisoners, ranging in age
from
very young teens to very old men, were crowded together in an open
field surrounded by barbed wire. The women were kept in a separate
enclosure which I did not see until later. The men I guarded had no
tents or other shelter, no blankets and many had no coats. Inadequate
numbers of slit trenches were provided for excrement, and so the men
lived and slept in the mud and increasing filth during a cold, wet
spring. Their misery from exposure alone was evident.

It was even more shocking to see them eating grass, sometimes
throwing
it into a tin can containing a thin soup. They told me they did this
hoping to ease their hunger pains. Soon their emaciation was evident.
Dysentery raged and, too weak and crowded to reach the slit trenches,
they were increasingly sleeping in excrement. I saw no sign of
provision for water, so the thin soup was their food and water for
the
day. Some days there was bread, less than a slice each. Other days
there was nothing.

The sight of so many men desperate for food and water, sickening and
dying before our eyes, is indescribable. Even now, I can only think
of
it momentarily.

We had ample food and supplies that could have been shared more
humanely, and we could have offered some medical assistance, but did
nothing. Only the dead were quickly and efficiently taken care of:
hauled away to mass graves.

My outrage reached the point that I protested to my officers, but I
was met with hostility or bland indifference. When pressed, they
explained they were under strict orders from "higher up". No officer
would dare to systematically do this to over 50,000 prisoners if he
felt he was violating general policy and subject to court martial.
The
term "war criminal" was just beginning to come into fashion.

Realizing my protests were useless, I asked a friend working in the
kitchen if he could slip me some extra food for the prisoners. He too
repeated that they were under strict orders to severely ration the
prisoners' food, and that these orders came from "higher up". But he
said they had more food than they knew what to do with and would
sneak
me some.

When I threw this food over the barbed wires to the prisoners I was
caught and threatened with imprisonment. I repeated the "offense",
and
one officer threatened to shoot me. I naturally assumed this was a
bluff, but I began to have some doubts after I encountered a captain
on a hill above the Rhine shooting down at a group of German civilian
women with his .45 caliber pistol. When I asked, "Why?" he mumbled,
"Target practice," and fired until his pistol was empty. I saw the
women running for cover, but, at that distance, couldn't tell if any
had been hit.

This is when I more fully realized I was dealing with some cold-
blooded killers filled with moralistic hatred. They considered the
Germans sub-human and worthy of extermination; another expression of
the downward spiral of racism. Articles in the G.I. newspaper, Stars
&
Stripes, played up the Nazi concentration camps, complete with
photographs of emaciated bodies; this amplified our self-righteous
cruelty and made it easier to imitate behavior we were supposed to
oppose. Also, I think, soldiers not exposed to combat were trying to
prove how tough they were by taking it out on the prisoners and
civilians. At least, many combat soldiers told me later they would
not
have tolerated this, for they combined hatred with respect for a
courageous enemy.

The prisoners I spoke to were mostly simple farmers and workingmen,
as
ignorant, albeit nationalistic, as many of our own troops. I heard
many versions of "my country, right or wrong, my country," which we
still hear in our own country today.

As time went on, many of them lapsed into a Zombie-like state of
listlessness. Others, maddened by thirst, tried to escape in a
desperate or suicidal fashion, running through open fields in broad
daylight towards the Rhine to quench their thirst. They were mowed
down.

Some prisoners were extremely eager for cigarettes, saying they took
the edge off their hunger. Accordingly, some enterprising G.I.
"Yankee
traders" were acquiring hordes of wrist watches and rings in exchange
for handfuls of cigarettes or less. When I began throwing cartons of
cigar-ettes to the prisoners to ruin this trade, I found myself
threatened by rank-and-file G.I.s also. At least this taught me an
indelible lesson: how wrong majorities and authorities can be.

A bright spot in this gloomy picture came, oddly enough, one night
when I was put on the "graveyard shift", from two to four A.M.
Actually, there was a graveyard on the uphill side of this enclosure,
not many yards away. My superiors had forgotten to give me a
flashlight and I hadn't bothered to ask, being disgusted with the
whole situation by that time. It was a fairly bright night and I soon
became aware of a prisoner crawling under the wires to the graveyard.
We were supposed to shoot escapees on sight, so I started to get up
to
warn him to get back. Suddenly I noticed another prisoner crawling
from the graveyard back to the enclosure. They were risking their
lives to get to the graveyard for something; I had to investigate.

When I entered the gloom of this shrubby, tree-shaded cemetery, I
never felt more vulnerable, but somehow curiosity kept me going.
Despite my caution, I tripped over the legs of someone in a prone
position. Whipping my rifle around while stumbling and trying to
regain composure of mind and body, I soon was relieved I hadn't
reflexively fired. The figure sat up, moving erratically. Gradually I
could see the beautiful but terror-stricken face of a woman with a
picnic basket nearby. German civilians were not allowed to feed, nor
even come near, the prisoners, so I quickly assured her I approved of
what she was doing, not to be afraid, and that I would leave the
graveyard to get out of the way, telling no one.

I left the graveyard as quickly as possible and sat down, leaning
against a tree at the edge CF the cemetary to be inconspicuous and
not
frighten the prisoners. I imagined then, and often since, what it
would be like to be a prisoner under those conditions and meet a
beautiful woman with a picnic basket. I never saw her again, but I
have never forgotten her face.

While I watched, more prisoners crawled to and from the enclosure. I
saw they were dragging food back to their comrades and could only
admire their courage and devotion. As I walked back to my quarters at
the end of my shift, a nightingale and I were singing -- both felt a
touch of spring.

(I originally did not intend to reveal the following incident, for it
moves into a realm termed "mystical". However, for me, it was an
extremely significant experience, changing my life, providing a light
no darkness can extinguish. It must be told, hoping it will foster
understanding.)

On May 8, V.E. day, I decided to celebrate with some prisoners I was
guarding who were baking bread, meager amounts of which the other
prisoners occasionally received. This group had all the bread they
could eat, and shared the jovial mood generated by the end of the
war.
We all thought we would be going home soon, a pathetic hope on their
part. We were in what was to become the French zone, and I later
witnessed the brutality of the French soldiers when we transferred
our
prisoners to them for their slave labor camps (see below).

However, on this day we were happy.

After chatting with them about the potentials of peace for the rest
of
our lives, I decided to risk a gesture of trust that objectively
would
seem foolish. I emptied my rifle and stood it in the corner. They
tested me further by asking to play with it, and I agreed.
Intuitively
I felt I could rely on their sense of honor not to attack me, for
they
knew they too were being tested. This thoroughly 'broke the ice', and
soon we were singing songs we taught each other or I had learned in
high school German ("Du, du, liegst mir im Herzen"). Out of
gratitude,
they secretly baked a small sweet bread and insisted I take it,
explaining it was the only possible gift they had left to offer.
Expressing my gratitude with a lump in my throat, I put it in my
tight
"Eisenhower jacket" so I could sneak it back to my barracks. I later
found an opportunity to eat it outside.

Never had bread tasted more delicious, nor conveyed to me a deeper
sense of communion while eating it. A wonderful feeling pervaded me,
gently opening me to an intimation of the Oneness of all Being.
Through those prisoners I sensed the ~cosmic presence of what has
been
called the Christ, Buddha-nature, or, perhaps most aptly, the
Ineffable: cosmically present, but hidden and apparently separate,
until revealed in the wholeness of the giving of the self. Even
within
the horror humans had created, I was taught a path to redemption may
open by taking a first, tentative step in the direction of love,
understanding and forgiveness. This above all the prisoners taught
me:
not only are we all potentially humane humans, there is divinity
within us waiting for us to dissolve the defensive shield of ego. I
was pleased to discover later the words of Matthew 25:34-46,
expressing the potential within prisoners and all who are at our
mercy.

Shortly after this experience I was plunged into even greater horror.
Some of our weak and sickly prisoners were being marched off by
French
soldiers to their camp. The truck we were on first passed another
truck picking up bodies along the side of the road, and then came up
behind a slowly moving column of men. Temporarily we slowed down and
remained behind, perhaps because the driver was as shocked as I was.
The French soldiers were apparently incensed at the poor condition of
our prisoners, not only for labor but for marching to another camp.
Whenever a prisoner staggered or dropped back, the French clubbed him
to death and then dragged him to the side of the road. For many, this
quick death might have been preferable to their prolonged suffering.
Even gas would have been more merciful than our murder by neglect in
our slow 'killing fields'...

Martin Brech
(Adjunct Professor,
Philosophy & Religion,
Mercy College;
Ex-G.I., Finally Free)


http://ww... http://www....

http://national-socialist-worldview.bl...

Topaz

6/26/2012 5:55:00 PM

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On Mon, 25 Jun 2012 19:06:25 +0000 (UTC), Gray Guest
<No_email_for_you@wahoo.com> wrote:


>
>Agreed. There was no reason for that outright savagery.

Except that they were subhuman monsters.

>The Russian
>soldiers were quite content to rape as many women as they could, but that
>sort of torture is not the kind of thing one does in a group setting.

Rubbish, that is exactly what the Communists did.

> And
>my impression was that many of the Russian troops who were actually doing
>the fighting were as disgusted with the whole thing as any soldier who had
>seen death would be. Many of the accounts by Germans after the war suggest
>that the troops who had been doing the fighting generally were well behaved
>and that is was the 2nd group "garrison troops" who did most of the
>atrocities.
>
>In any case that sounds like the typical "Godless savages" agitprop that
>the Nazis spewed before and during the war. I concur that there was no
>reason to leave a live witness and I furhter concur that such horrifying
>savagery would very likely NOT be tolerated by higher authority.
>
>Aside from the fact that IHR.org is nothing but stinking lies anyway. Load
>'em into a cattle car and haul 'em off.


Sudeten German Inferno
The hushed-up tragedy of the ethnic Germans in
Czechoslovakia
Ingomar Pust
"Cesarean Section", Czech-Style
ohanna Huber continues:

"But the most gruesome death of all was reserved for my pregnant
neighbor, Frau Kosnarsch. Her amputee husband (he had lost a leg),
both her parents, and her daughter were brutally beaten to death in
the house. The pregnant woman's stomach had been trampled or cut open;
it was one huge, gruesome, horrible, dreadful wound. The umbilical
cord was wrapped around the dead woman's throat, and the unborn baby's
brains were splattered over the wall.

"On our estate lived 80-year-old Anna Preis. A partisan smashed her
glasses with a club in such a way that the glass shards cut her eyes.
The blinded woman hanged herself in despair a few days later.
"Suicide was the only way out for many people in those days. Today we
know that there was a huge wave of German suicides throughout all of
Czechoslovakia. We too searched the barn, in vain, for some ergot with
which to poison ourselves. The pharmacist Pfeifer, a half-Jew who had
been horribly abused, advised us to take razor blades and slit our
wrists to escape all the horror, he said that this was the least
painful death. What luck that we couldn't find any razor blades. Fate
spared our lives, even if we did lose everything that the hard work of
generations had wrought."

In May and June the wave of suicides that struck many towns and
villages of the Sudetenland claimed the lives of older people in
particular. By law the Germans no longer had any rights whatsoever. If
they even had a home left at all, they were forced to keep it open to
plunderers at all times. They had to hand in all their valuables, from
jewelry to cameras.

Germans were forbidden to use public transit. They were forbidden to
leave their homes, except on orders or at specific times.
Letter-writing was also forbidden, as was entering a public inn, a
train station or a post office. They usually received no ration cards
at all, and if they did, these included no stamps for meat, eggs,
milk, cheese or fruit - which meant the death sentence for many
children.

Insofar as they were not already locked up in the concentration camps,
the Germans were obligated to forced labor without pay. In many
places, the people were ordered to assemble at certain locations,
whence they were transported off as labor slaves to work in
agriculture, mining or industry. The German clergy was also not spared
the orgy of hate.

Cistercian abbot Eberhard Harzer of Ossegg recounts:
"At every other step on my return to the cell I had to step over a
dead or half-dead person. Back in the barracks I heard the old German
men of Maria-Ratschitz being shot down behind the barracks wall. They
included almost all the old Christian-Socialist party members. The
women were beaten horribly, to the point where they could barely see
through the swelling. All women had been raped, and many had severe
internal injuries and were infected with syphilis.

"When the 'Svobodici' could rape no more, they resorted to bottle
necks with which they continued torturing the women. When I left this
camp in October, many of these women were still lying badly injured in
the sick-rooms."

The abbot had been repeatedly arrested, abused and released again.
On November 29, 1945, he writes, "I was arrested again and taken to
the concentration camp in Dux. There were some fellow-prisoners there
who had endured that terrible day in Bilin. Men and women from the
environs of Bilin were herded together in the market square where they
had to strip naked and then had to march single-file past the Czech
population, who beat them with whips and canes. After that, the men in
particular had to crawl in a row on all fours like dogs, and were
beaten until they lost control over their bowels. The ones behind then
had to lick it off the ones in front of them. This torture continued
until many had been beaten to death; the priest of Radowesitz was
among these. What was done to the women there is simply beyond
description - the sadistic monstrosity of it all is too much."

Father lay in the Pile of Corpses he women suffered terrible things in
those days. Frau Hermine Weissmann of Klagenfurt recounts:
Hermine Weissmann:

"To this day the memories make me tremble." "My experiences still
weigh on my mind so much that I start to tremble whenever I so much as
speak about them. I was 17 years old at the time - at that age a
person retains things very vividly. I am from Southern Moravia. My
home town, Schaffa, is one kilometer away from the Austrian border. In
our town there were never any Czechs - only servants - and then the
gendarmerie.

"On May 5, 1945 the Czechs came to get my father. He wasn't even given
enough time to put his shoes on. They beat him half-unconscious and
dragged him to a truck and threw him up like an animal - we were
paralyzed with horror.

"On May 13 we were taken to a forest clearing near Stallek. Even from
afar we could already smell the stench of decomposing bodies. We were
forced to search through the mountain of corpses for our missing
relatives. I don't know how many dead bodies lay there, swollen and
distended by the heat. All of them lay face-down, and all wore the
identifying armband 'Nemecky'. All of them had been murdered via a
bullet in the neck. We recognized them by their clothes - it was truly
hell. We were 'generously' permitted to take our dead home, at night
and in a box that stood ready.

"Meanwhile the other men of the town had also been apprehended, and
for two days and nights they were crowded together without food in the
basement of the local school, which was flooded chest-high with water.
Then they were flogged there with whips to whose ends iron nuts had
been tied, and whoever passed out, drowned.

"Later the survivors were taken into the interior of Czechoslovakia.
Many never returned - and for those who did, it was not until 1946,
and they were broken men. My uncles Lambert Koller and Johann Mang
were among them. When the Czechs went on the rampage among those of us
who remained in the town, we went for help from the Russians, who were
stationed in Riegersburg, Austria, three kilometers away.

"On June 4, 1945, Czechs with guns at the ready took my family and me
to the Austrian border and expelled us. We were allowed to take 50
pounds of luggage, and even that was ultimately taken from us at the
border."

Frau Sylvia Schlosser, Vienna:

Sylvia Schlosser
"We saw dreadful, inconceivable cruelties in the camp. Often we heard
the screams of the tortured people all day and night long. We
children were also beaten. I lost my father, a physician, to a
horrible fate.

From my uncle, who was in a camp in Moravian Ostrau together with my
father, I learned that my father, who had had to work in the coal
pits, was killed most brutally. He and other men had to stand in front
of a coal cart that held red-hot coal, and guards poured that over the
German men. The charred corpses were then thrown into a mass grave.
Our family physician from Moravian Ostrau was hanged, his mother, more
than 80 years old, was torn to pieces on a market square by tying her
legs to two horses. Many innocent people shared that same fate.

"When I remember this horrible time after the war in that country, I
do also recall a Czech woman who risked her own life to take
some food to her former employer in the Czech concentration camp, and
recall the young Czech woman who got me out of the camp for a few
weeks by persuading the Czech camp guard that she needed someone to
help her with her six-month-old baby. I was not quite ten years old at
that time. The woman gave me something to eat, and that was certainly
not the least reason why I survived."

Frau Therese Stonner-Ther from Bad Gro?-Ullersdorf:

"In June 1945 my sister, Gertrud Guntermann, was found badly wounded
in her home in Moravian Sch?nberg. One of her neighbors hurried to the
nearest doctor and asked for help. The doctor brusquely refused any
and all aid, and said, 'A German can bloody well die!' And so my
42-year-old sister died without even so much as a minimum of medical
attention and was thrown into a pit outside the cemetery together with
many other murdered Germans. My father wanted to at least buy a
coffin, but that was forbidden. Similarly, the new Czech owners of my
father's drugstore would not even allow my mother to pick some flowers
from the garden that had used to be ours, to take to my poor dead
sister's grave.

I would like to add that my sister had never been politically active
in any way."

The Russians as Life-Savers rau Josefine Waimann left a large estate
behind in Czechoslovakia. The scenes of horror that she witnessed in
Masaryk Stadium in Prague are stamped indelibly on her memory.
Josefine Waimann:

Masaryk Stadium was an inferno.

"Already in late April we fled from the Russians, to the Americans, in
the direction of Pilsen," reports Frau Waimann, who today lives in
Klagenfurt. "But the Americans handed us over to the Russians by the
thousands, and the Russians then directed our refugee columns towards
Prague.

"But the Soviets did protect us from the attacks of the Czechs.
Without their escort we would have been beaten to death on the way,
before we even reached Prague. In this respect the Russians made short
work of the Czechs. In K?nigswiese near Prague I saw a Czech beating a
German lieutenant. When the latter tried to defend himself, the Czech
shot him.

A Russian saw that, pulled out his pistol and gunned the Czech down
without a word.

"Still under Russian guard, we were herded through the raging
pandemonium of Prague, in whose streets horribly mutilated bodies of
German privates hung from the street lamp posts everywhere, and on
into Masaryk Stadium. There, we were caught up by the Czech murder
machine.

"Words fail me to describe what took place in the first few days in
that stadium, where by and by 40,000 Germans were crammed together,
without water, almost entirely without food. Men, women, children and
soldiers.

My little children cried for hunger. "Before our eyes there began a
sadistic revenge against SS-men and 'incriminated' persons, who were
tortured to death in every way imaginable. I most vividly remember a
young pregnant woman; young Czechs in uniform slit her belly open,
tore out the embryo and, howling with glee, stuffed a dachshund into
the torn body of the woman, who was screaming horribly. We huddled in
the grandstands. The butchering in the arena before our eyes was like
that in ancient Rome.

"Constantly, groups of privates who had been discovered to be marked
with the SS-rune were liquidated in the most horrible fashion, first
they were flogged, then beaten with clubs, and finally shot. They
were only ever shot after protracted torture. The screams of the
agonized victims who were being skinned alive went right through us.
And thousands of children had to watch all this. How many of them must
have been psychologically traumatized for life! Among the doomed I saw
many very young fellows, they could not yet have been 17 years old.
They must have been just drafted. Now these poor boys were caught by
the merciless torture of this murder machine. The bodies were dumped
in deep trenches.

Insofar as there was enough space, many were thrown into the latrines
of the enormous stadium, and we had to relieve ourselves over the
bodies - but it was only water and mucus anyhow.

"Added to the horrors of this camp were the dreadful screams that
carried over to us from the city proper. A rash of suicides began,
with people slitting their wrists. At night the Czechs let hundreds of
drunk Russians into the stadium, probably for bribe money. They raped
the German women right beside their children. It was truly hell,
Masaryk Stadium was.

"However, after a few days this mass butchery came to be too much even
for the Russians. A Soviet General intervened. He announced via
loudspeakers that there was to be an end to all the raping. If his
soldiers should come at night to get women, all of us should scream so
the guards could hear us, he instructed. And that is what we did.
"At Whitsun 1945 I was separated from my husband and children and my
nieces and nephews, who died in the stadium, and was deported to
forced labor in Semcice. We had to work hard there, but the Czechs in
the rural areas proved to be more humane than their urban brothers.
German children died by the hundreds in a camp nearby. A Russian
soldier from the Crimea plundered food from the farmers at submachine
gunpoint and brought the provisions to us in his backpack until he was
reported for his activities.

"And again I had a Russian to thank for saving my life, later on in
Bunzlau, when a pack of Czech women beat me up. They might have beaten
me to death if a Russian officer had not saved me.

In this camp there was a priest from Linz, a true saint, who lifted
us up and also helped us flee. In Schandau in the Eastern Zone we wept
for joy at having escaped from hell.

The inhabitants told us that the bodies of dead Germans floating down
the Elbe River had been an everyday sight for weeks." Sudeten German
Inferno The hushed-up tragedy of the ethnic Germans in Czechoslovakia


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Topaz

6/26/2012 5:57:00 PM

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German leaders believed in death before dishonor. They knew the allies
were subhuman monsters:


The Diaries of Charles A. Lindbergh, p.986

"That young girl riding on her bicycle - she must know that on the
day the Russians come she will probably be raped by a dozen soldiers.
When do they come? In days? In weeks? That, we have not told the
Germans. She has a good face - nicely dressed in old but clean and
brightly colored garments - like the daughter of a middle class
American family. I realize that we Americans are holding her at
Dessau. She cannot flee to safety. We will not let her pass our
sentries on the roads. We are turning her and thousands of
others like her over to the Soviet soldiers for their sport. I feel
ashamed."

p.961
"German children look in through the window. We have more food than
we need, but regulations prevent giving it to them. It is difficult to
look at them. I feel ashamed of myself, of my people, as I eat and
watch those children. They are not to blame for the war. They are
hungry children. What right have we to stuff ourselves while they look
on - well-fed men eating, leaving unwanted food on plates, while
hungry children look on."

Berlin Correspondent, The Times, September 10th, 1945

"...Another small boy turned out of Danzig had a scrawled postcard
attached to him stating that his soldier father was long since missing
and that his mother and two sisters had died of hunger."

At this time, Denmark, formerly occupied by the Germans as a means
of denying the allies a North Sea bridgehead was bursting at the seams
with surplus food and was pleading with the allies to put it to good
use. It was refused.


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Rachel Bolan

6/26/2012 6:06:00 PM

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"Topaz" wrote in message news:kstju7tvipa4pn4fv9o5a1vddcusrb7a7f@4ax.com...


> German leaders believed in death before dishonor.

Are YOU a German NAZI "leader"?

That's ALL you RANT about, and YOUR kind simply do NOT exist!

William Black

6/26/2012 6:11:00 PM

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On Tue, 26 Jun 2012 12:34:02 -0500, Topaz <mars1933@hotmail.com>
wrote:

>
>In the good old days a man could afford children and his wife didn't
>have to work. The biggest problem in schools was gum chewing. But it
>was more than that. It was the entire culture. Look in the old movies
>and you can see it. Men were men. Women were women. And everybody was
>White.

And when was this?

Rachel Bolan

6/26/2012 6:11:00 PM

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On Mon, 25 Jun 2012 19:06:25 +0000 (UTC), Gray Guest
<No_email_for_you@wahoo.com> wrote:


>
>Agreed. There was no reason for that outright savagery.

>] Except that they were subhuman monsters.

Of course we knew that the NAZI'S were subhuman monsters.

That's why YOUR KIND were terminated AND they commited suicide with help!

William Black

6/26/2012 6:14:00 PM

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On Tue, 26 Jun 2012 12:37:11 -0500, Topaz <mars1933@hotmail.com>
wrote:


>Jewish currency speculators caused the German mark to plummet,
>precipitating one of the worst runaway inflations in modern times. A
>wheelbarrow full of 100 billion-mark banknotes could not buy a loaf of
>bread. The national treasury was empty. Countless homes and farms
>were lost to Jewish speculators and private banks.

I don't suppose for one moment that you do actually have an untainted
source that these banks and speculators were Jewish owned?