Leipzig, August 20 - I’ve had it. Eighty years of this nonsense and I’m still watching people act like the only place anything happened was Auschwitz. Trains, concrete buildings, neat little schedules —everybody knows that story by heart. Meanwhile the rest of us who actually did the heavy lifting out in the open get written out of the picture. And now the deniers, of all the arrogant idiots, are making it worse. They wave their hands and say nothing real took place, or that it was all some camp fantasy, and in the process they erase my unit’s entire record.

Do you want the genocide of the Jews to be real, or don’t you? Make up your goddman minds!

I ran Einsatzkommando 5. We didn’t sit around waiting for railcars. We showed up, rounded people up with the local help, picked the spot, and finished the job before the sun went down. Direct, messy, efficient. No walls to hide behind. The numbers we sent back weren’t theories — they were what we counted with our own eyes. But ask these denier types what they picture and it’s always the same: gas chambers and some chemical. My men who worked the pits and the ravines? Barely a mention.

We had teams of therapists assigned to us for a reason, you imbeciles.

It’s insulting. The camps were the easy part — rear-area housekeeping. We were the ones out front, refining the whole process under real conditions: the approach, the control, the coordination, the cleanup. Personal. Immediate. And these pamphlet-writers and YouTuber wannabes have the nerve to pretend the only thing worth arguing about is a few permanent installations. They obsess over door hinges and blueprints while completely ignoring the hundreds of separate actions units like mine carried out across half the East. That’s not skepticism. That’s erasure.

We didn’t perpetrate war crimes just for you lot to turn around any deny our contribution to the Final Solution. A little respect!

I’m not asking for parades. I’m saying if you’re going to deny the whole business, don’t just zoom in on the photogenic factory version and leave the rest of us in the dirt. We filed the reports. We did the work. We got the results in the field while the camp people were still figuring out their paperwork. To watch these denialists flatten everything into “Auschwitz or nothing” is to watch my kommando’s contribution get wiped out so a couple of concrete blocks can hog the spotlight.

You will NOT be permitted to deny MY Holocaust of Bullets. We earned this glory. We’re keeping it.

The deniers are so frustrating I could SHOOT somebody. More than a million somebodies, it turns out.

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