It is something of a tradition around here to celebrate the anniversary of D-Day, June 6, 1944, when the Allied forces landed on the beaches at Normandy and stormed the cliffs overlooking the four landing sites. No one can question the bravery, tenacity, and heroism of the men who disembarked from those boats, jumped into the churning waters, and waded through obstacles, sand, and barbed wire, straight into the teeth of the German guns. Over 4,400 Allied soldiers died on the first day alone, with over 10,000 total casualties, but they paved the way for over a million Allied soldiers to land and open up the long-awaited second front on land in France.

It is important to understand that the Second World War was a true combined effort, between the Soviet Union in the east, the European allies in the west – largely the British Empire, with some help from the continent, but not much – and of course the United States of America. However, it is equally important to recognise that, in the European theatre, at least, D-Day was not, STRICTLY SPEAKING, exactly necessary.

That might be hugely controversial to Western audiences. It is not to eastern ones. To put things into perspective, 4,400 dead in one day amounted to a drop in oceans of blood spilled on the Eastern Front. In the course of ONE BATTLE – Stalingrad – the Soviet Union lost more men, than the US lost in the entire war.

I am currently, very slowly, reading the memoirs of the legendary Soviet Marshall Georgiy Zhukov, as compiled and translated by the British historian Geoffrey Roberts. Reading through Zhukov’s account of the desperate early days of Operation: BARBAROSSA, and the colossal impact it had on the Soviet Union, it is clear that Stalin begged the Allies early on for a second front – but, once the Soviet Union stopped and then rolled back the assault on Moscow, and then broke the back of the Wehrmacht’s Army Group Centre in Stalingrad, Stalin began to believe that the USSR might just be able to do it all alone. He simply did not want to, because of the hideous toll in blood that his country had already paid.

The older I get, and the more I learn about the true history of the war, the more I am convinced that we have misjudged most of the events of the war. Stalin, for example, does not actually quite live up to the caricature that we like to paint of him, as a bloodthirsty inhuman monster. Don’t get me wrong, he WAS absolutely not a good or nice man, and he should rightfully be burning in Hell for the millions who died under his rule – but it is simply not true that sixty million Soviet citizens died under his rule, excluding the 27 million (officially) killed in WWII.

Most Westerners do not realise, for instance, that it is precisely because Stalin won the internecine power struggles following the Russian Civil War – in which the West actually did invade old Imperial Russia, and for a time cut it into three vast pieces – that the Red Army reinstituted the old Imperial-era ranks and insignias, the old command structures, and the old ways of war that made the likes of Suvorov such master of war.

Most people also do not know that it was the NKVD – the very same NKVD that instituted the terror of the late 1930s under Beria, the same NKVD that purged the Red Army of some of its most capable officers just before the war – that stopped trigger-happy Soviet officers from killing their own men in pointless meat assaults against Nazi formations.

The history of the war was, and remains, complex. Much of it is unknown. Most of it is extremely badly taught in modern high schools. I know this firsthand: I studied WWI and WWII in my high school history classes, and the decades since have taught me that almost everything I learned back then, was basically wrong.

One thing that is NOT wrong, though, is that the boys who assaulted the beaches on D-Day, did so because they thought they were fighting to preserve their civilisation and way of life. That is what their brothers who fought and died on the Eastern Front believed as well.

But, if those same men who landed at Omaha and Sword Beach could look at what has happened to their countries since… I think they would ask themselves what the point was.

One recent event in PommieBastardLande has put this into extremely sharp relief.

I write of the murder of one Henry Nowak, a British White man of Polish origins, who was fatally stabbed by a Sikh immigrant, last December in a city called Southampton. The video of his arrest and death is harrowing to watch:

The police rocked up on the scene after Vickrum Singh Digwa’s brother lied to them and claimed the Sikh had been the victim of racial abuse. Those same police jumped straight to conclusions, arrested Mr. Nowak, and simply let him bleed out on the ground – choking on his own blood as he died.

This incident generated outrage in Britain, because it perfectly showcased exactly the kind of hell that modren PommieBastardLande has become. This is a land of political correctness, where Whites are terrified of being perceived as “racist” toward the non-White invaders that they themselves let in. Those same invaders have rights that the natives do not have – the Sikhs are allowed, under a religious exemption, to carry kirpans, which are rather sizeable knives, but ordinary British citizens cannot easily buy a knife. Any such goblin can commit a crime, claim to be a victim of “racist abuse”, and then, instead of defending the natives, the police defend the invaders.

Those same invaders come from low-trust cultures, where people actively collude against the authorities to protect their own. That is why the mother of the Sikh attacker – who evidently stabbed the White man for absolutely no good reason, just because he could – hid her son’s kirpan. That is in and of itself a blatant crime – yet, thus far, more than six months after the event, she still has not been jailed for obstruction of justice.

As Mark Nowak – the late young man’s father – points out, in his enormously dignified and extraordinarily measured statement in front of the courthouse after the verdict, the man who committed a horrific crime, was treated far better than his victim ever was:

Is this what those men who fought and bled and died in the surf and sand of Normandy Beach, gave their lives for? So that their countries, which were overwhelmingly majority White and Christian, could be occupied and degraded like this?

Is that why nearly 420,000 Americans, and 451,000 Brits, died? Why over 300,000 Dutch, nearly 350,000 Czechs, nearly 600,000 French, nearly 5.5 MILLION Poles, all died? So that their countries could be turned into the Third World, where life is cheap and crime is rampant? Where the police and the authorities believe the invaders and the murderers, and treat the natives as the criminals?

This is unconscionable. It is intolerable. It is not just, it is not right. And it is not what those men died for.

They died to preserve their culture, faith, and civilisation. We – WE, their descendants – have failed them.

Shame on us. Our ancestors must surely be horrified at what we have become.

That does not change the measure and manner of their sacrifice, and for that, we should and must honour them. HAIL the victorious dead!