Soldiers Need Not Apply, We Need Warriors.


"Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw    The torch; be yours to hold it high.    If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow          In Flanders fields."

“Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.” -John McCrae, “Flanders Fields”

November 11th is Veterans’ Day, also known as Armistice Day.

This is not a day for celebration, this is not a day for football and BBQ, and it is most certainly not a day to “relax and sleep in.”  Marked as Veterans’ Day in America, Armistice Day serves as a reminder that World War I was formally ended on the 11th hour of the 11th day in the 11th month of the year 1918.

In Flanders Fields Museum estimates the casualties at Flanders Fields at nearly 600,000, but the real number of dead and maimed will forever remain unknown.  Armistice Day is not a uniquely American day for remembrance because of how many soldiers from other European and North American countries died there–  a war fought almost exclusively by white people against white people.

In remembrance of Armistice Day, we wear the Red Poppy.  We do this in remembrance of those who have died in Flanders Fields, and in today’s practice it is worn in remembrance of the greater number of people who have died in battle.  The Red Poppy gained its significance from Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae’s 1915 poem “In Flanders Fields.”     

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”

WWI and WWII have a place in American memory as the last “good” war.  Both of those wars were fought by the Greatest Generation, and those proud men were told that they were fighting evil incarnate.  At least, that’s what they were told in 1914, and later again in 1939.

These were men who believed they were fighting for the defense of their homeland and Christian morality, but they were all turned against their own racial kin in the two deadliest wars the world has known.  These men were Warriors, but they were made Soldiers by the state, and then they were made to kill in the interests of International Banking and Zionism.

Italian philosopher Julius Evola describes a distinct difference between Soldiers and Warriors, and it is more than semantics. The difference is fundamentally spiritual and deeply grounded in a person’s convictions and lifestyle.

“… the term ‘soldier’ originally referred to a man who engaged in the armed profession for pay.  It is a term that referred to the mercenary troops a town hired and supported tin order to defend itself or to attack its enemies, since citizens did not engage in war, preferring instead to take care of their private business.  Opposite to the ‘soldier’ was the type of the warrior and the member of the feudal aristocracy; the caste to which this type belonged was the central nucleus in a corresponding social organization.  This caste was not at the service of the bourgeois class but rather ruled over it, since the class that was protected depended on those who had the right to bear arms.”

What this means is that Soldiers don’t fight for our freedom, it is our Warriors who do so.  The bourgeois members of our society who are more concerned about their white picket fence house, large screen televisions and other material comforts need Soldiers to make it all possible.

Soldiers don’t fight for freedom, they’re mercenaries paid to fight for the comfort, quality of life and consumer interests of those who have no compulsion or desire to fight for themselves.

The problem which we face today is that we have too many Soldiers, and not enough Warriors.  Or, as Matt Parrott recently opined, the modern lifestyle which enables and permits us to be fat, ugly, and stupid needs Soldiers to make it sustainable.

No, Soldiers need not apply.  We need Warriors.

The Warrior is not a hyper-masculine brute, nor is he one who makes war as a means to prove himself.  The Warrior, as Evola describes, is something else entirely.

“We may add that this view does not uphold the ‘barracks as an ideal,’ nor does it seek a strict regimentation of daily life (one of the traits of totalitarianism), which is synonymous with a stiffening and with a mechanical and obtuse discipline.  Love for hierarchy; relationship of obedience and command; courage; feelings of honor and loyalty; specific forms of active impersonality capable of producing anonymous sacrifice; frank and open relationships from man to man, from one comrade to another, from leader to follower — all these are the characteristic living values that are predominant in the aforementioned view.”

Today, on this occasion of Veterans’ Day, I wear the Red Poppy in remembrance of those who have fought in battle for the cause of Faith, Race and Nation.  George Lincoln Rockwell, The Martyrs of Golden Dawn, Father Charles Coughlin, and Henry Ford.  I would also add to this list the scores of white men, women and children who have died as a consequence of the failed project of multiculturalism.

Consider the final portion of McCrae’s poem,

“Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”

The Warriors who came before us have “run the race,” and they are handing the torch to the next generation.  I declare here and now that I am a Soldier no more, and I refuse to fight for those who seek nothing more than comfort and material interests.  Do not break faith with our true Warriors.  The blood and the legacy of the Warriors and martyrs before us demand that we all respect their struggle. Though their bodies lie in the ground we must carry on their Warrior lifestyle to protect our Faith, Race and Nation.


"Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields."

By: Thomas Buhls



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