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Prussian
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......Das Deutsche Mädel, the periodical for the BDM, here are a couple of articles of interest from this publication.




.....the following article was published in the summer of 1943.


You have the best examples

Only firmness of character, will and tough determination can master the challenges and swings of fate. Demonstrate these characteristics in your everyday life and use them above all in war service for the homeland. That is how you prove your unlimited love and thankfulness to the Führer.


— Reich Youth Leader Artur Axmann

In a time at which our German Reich is in the midst of the hardest battle for its freedom, our ten-year-old girls might perhaps think themselves less likely to become part of the community of the Hitler Youth, where they could help and join in doing the will of the Führer.

For a long time they have known that we are at war. Their fathers and brothers are at the front, and their mothers go to work, perhaps filling the job of a man. But they have to stay home and help with the smaller children and do the things that mother normally did.

Such a little girl soon realizes what all her mother has to do. Without having to say much about it, she understands that the work of the family must go on, even if the father is serving in the field. And the family may even be stronger and closer, since one has to write to the father and bring him happiness.

Ten-year-old girls are war children again, just as there were war children in the previous war. Be sure than people can see your enthusiasm, that your fathers and brothers at the front may be proud of you.

Over ten years ago at the first Reich Youth Rally in Potsdam, the Führer said to his boys and girls: "There may have been times in the past when the life of the youth seemed easier because they had more outward pleasures. But you have the joy of participating in the early years that will decide the fate of the nation."

It is as if the Führer had spoken you to you ten-year-old girls as well, who are now joining the community. From this day on, your small strength too will contribute to winning the war and building a greater and more beautiful Reich. For you, the Hitler Youth is a strong organization like the school, one that your bigger brothers and sisters, neighborhood boys and girls and your cousins belong to. None of you think about the fact that this great organization that bears the name of the Führer marched for the first time as a community and as the Führer's youth just twenty years ago. A small troop of brave, passionate boys were the first, soon joined in Saxony and Munich by the first girls, though they served as nurses. They wanted to help. They prepared the food for the SA and HJ who were fighting day and night. They darned and knit and did whatever could be done, for many of the men of the SA and the boys of the HJ were unemployed and had not even the means to eat after the dangers they daily endured during the period of struggle.

The Hitler Youth grew. New groups developed everywhere in the Reich. Everywhere they risked all they had for a great cause that had to win in the end. The 21 members of the Hitler Youth who died are witnesses of the contribution the youth made to the Reich.

As you become part of the community, remember that this community was built by absolute loyalty and the most determined action, and that your comrades include those who sealed their loyalty by their deaths.

You do not have to be a perfect Young Girl from the beginning, for you must of course grow into your new responsibilities. You will have to prove yourself in your new circle of comrades before one can say of you: "She is a Young Girl."

One thing is expected of you. During your six month probationary period, during which you may not wear the scarf and tie, you must do everything you can to reach your goal. That may be in small things one asks of you, or in your eagerness to prepare for the Young Girl test [a physical fitness test], or during the achievement week during the summer vacation. You will constantly be able to prove your total commitment in service, sport, trips, meetings, war duty, etc. Even in the little things of every day life, be loyal and dependable! You who want to become Young Girls must do all you can to be able to wear the scarf and tie as the outward signs of your membership in the Hitler Youth on 2 October, the anniversary of the first Reich youth rally in Potsdam.

No youth in the world has such examples as you do. Think about the soldiers who on land, sea and air are fighting for Germany's freedom.

You are living in a great age. Prove yourself to be girls who are worthy of our soldiers, no matter how young you are. Be as brave and loyal as they are.

Prussian
Monday, November 22nd, 2004, 11:16 AM
.....this following article was published in the November-December edition of the Das Deutsche Mädel.



Because Father Had Promised.


We all know that the bridges have been burned behind us, that we can no longer go back. There is but one slogan for the youth: Forward!


—Artur Axmann



Little Fritz sat in the corner and played with his wooden animals. Father had carved them for him in his spare moments at the front and brought them home on his last leave. And the boy would have a rocking horse too, a proper big one with a red saddle and a mane of real horse hair. He would bring it when he came back, the father had promised. Then he was gone forever —
He remembered the promise when his mother told him the news. "I won't get my rocking horse," he had said sorrowfully. What did he know of death and dying. of his mother's pain. What did he know of the people who came to her dressed in black, who held her hand, who stroked her hair. All he could think of was a rocking horse with a red saddle.

The letters he left for Santa Claus on the window ledge did no good. Since father was gone, Santa Claus didn't seen to hear him any more either. Last Christmas had passed with no rocking horse. And now Christmas was only a few weeks away...

Fritz sat quietly in the corner and wondered what to do. Should he write Santa Claus again? Perhaps he had not found the last letter. Then he thought of Liesel,, who would come in the afternoon. She stayed with him and played while mother was working at the factory. Liesel was a member of the Young Girls, and a good Young Girl always knows what to do.

So Liesel got the full story about the rocking horse. "Do you think Santa Claus will bring me one this year? He must have forgotten last year!" Fritz kept talking: "And that is what I wanted to ask you. Do you think that I should write Santa Claus again? Maybe he didn't get my last letter."

At first Liesel didn't know what to say. Fritz's question had completely surprised her. She thought for a moment, then had an idea. "You know, Fritz, write Santa Claus again. But don't put the letter on the window sill. Give it to me. I will put the letter where Santa Claus will certainly find it."

Fritz did a somersault and then hugged Liesel around the neck and danced around the room with her. "I knew you would know what to do, you're the best and smartest person in the whole world!"


*

"I have a job for Santa Claus," Liesel said at the next Young Girls meeting, and held up the letter. "It is quite personal." Everyone was curious and asked "From whom?" and "What does it say?"

Heide, the group leader, took the letter and read it. At first, no one was sure what to do. The Young Girls at the work benches stopped hammering, sawing and filing. They stood around Heide, who was talking about a rocking horse with a red saddle and a mane of real horse hair. And Liesel, standing next to her, talked about "her Fritz", whose father had promised him that rocking horse, but who died in Russia. "The boy is always thinking about the rocking horse, and believes in the power of Santa Claus," Liesel said.

"We have to make a rocking horse for the boy," Heide said. But how? "We've made enough little horses, but a big horse like that is something else."

"Hanna said: "I know a carpenter who could give us a nice piece of rounded wood. All we need is the horse hair and the saddle." "I can give up the binding of my poetry album," cried Uschi. "It is made of pretty red leather."

"...And I'll pull out some hairs from our old milk cow," said Eva. Everyone laughed.

Everyone got her job. One had to work on the hind quarters, others had to make the glass eyes, the leather saddle and the hair.


*

The weeks passed by. The Young Girls worked hard. The toys for the Christmas market were done, but they had not forgotten their duties as "Santa Claus."

The rocking horse was done at the last meeting before Christmas. It had long strong legs and rocked on two old coat hangers. They all stood about the splendid horse, admiring its flowing tail, its flaring nostrils, its shiny glass eyes and its red saddle.

On Christmas Night, the little boy stood in speechless joy before the presents on the table. The Christmas tree stood with all its glittering decorations, and under it was a wonderful rocking horse with a red leather saddle and a long tail of real horse hair.