The Warrior Revolution


Eggers vividly describes the transformation from civilian into the battle-hardened soldier who becomes the backbone of the National Socialist revolution. His enthusiastic text sometimes brings the “blonde beast” image to mind, although Eggers points out the difference.


SC. 54pp.

While the new German emerged in the field under the experience of the great severity of war, and the comradeship of those shaped by a shared fate led its dangerous life, the homeland was shaken by disgusting interest fighting between the attacking union proletariat and the helpless bourgeoisie.

There were also conflicts in the field to endure.

Not everyone who went to war was transformed, the war did not shape everyone into warriors, into conscious bearers of soldierly duty. It did not let everyone enter comradeship. Not everyone was worthy of the brotherhood of fate.

There were many – and at the end of the war there were even more – who were only unwillingly forced into the new world and who were, as it were, homeland people on leave.

These half-soldiers, these intermediate citizens of two worlds, had to be expelled from the comradeship, if they were not to poison it. And comradeship thoroughly took care of the process of expulsion. It no longer had anything in common with the “shirkers”.

The core of the soldiers, which came together in comradeship, was small, but healthy and firm.

A type of warrior emerged such as no poetic imagine can portray more powerfully: a face that had become square and hard through deprivations, lack of sleep, through tremendous physical and emotion stresses, through blows of every kind. A gaze from eyes that sought the enemy with eyes that had become narrow, lips that were pressed together and only seldom still opened for a laugh. The face framed in the gray of the steel-helmet. The body covered in a torn, soiled uniform. On the belt the pistol, the hand-grenade, the spade.

And this warrior lived from month to month, in summer and in winter, in the trench, in the dugout, in the bunker, was always in readiness, constantly faced death, horror and pain.

Here a humanity emerged that embodied a new reality that was so shocking that even the loudest shouters of the homeland fell silent at the sight of such a man.

When the World War came to an end, the last separation between both worlds emerged.

The homeland again took in the half-soldiers and passed them along – without them having been transformed, melted down, changed – to the groups of the bourgeoisie and of the proletariat. But the boundaries of these groups had already become blurred, and during the first years of the postwar period they flowed into each other more and more.

The half-soldiers convinced themselves that they had a lot to “catch up” and contributed a lot to the total inner decay of the homeland. The “worker and soldier councils” recruited their replacements from them, and the half-soldiers were splendidly suited for “soldier” union secretaries.

Only the men of the comradeship, the warriors, the members of the new Germany, did not take the path back.

Because they had found their own, fitting, real order, they did not subordinate themselves to the arbitrariness of the homeland.

Some of them went with the Freikorps to the east in order to there with the comrades secure a new homeland on conquered soil, others began to settle or otherwise tried to make their way in life in an honest manner. They rejected all the temptations of the old world. They did not repent!

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Now one of those men, who in the war had experienced and suffered the new reality, who were able to consciously remain apart from the world of both the bourgeoisie as well as that of the proletariat, one of them, who had grown into the sphere of the new Germany, is the Führer of the German revolution, Adolf Hitler.

He had to have been a front soldier, he had to have experienced the war in its hardest reality, he had to himself – as a simple soldier, who was allowed no alleviation – to have taken upon himself the most difficult tests of endurance, in order to be able to measure the distance between yesterday and today.

If we understand that, we can comprehend the revolutionary might of the statement.

“I, however, decided to become a politician.”

Here, the warrior, who – in experience and suffering, in overcoming, in the concentration of the will – elevates himself to a German who has become politically conscious, capable of a totally new view, of a new appraisal, of a new order, of a new reality, in order to thereby save the Reich from the “homeland” by making the spirit of the front the law of the German Reich. And the warrior revolution hence leaves the sphere of ideas and enters the realm of reality! The spirit of comradeship – the federation of the honest, of the brave, of the incorruptible, of the doers – should give political shape to a new Germany.

Germany should become German!

In these four words lies the whole “program” of the warrior revolution, the revolution to find ourselves.