”My Dear Wife!
The attack by the countless hordes in the past weeks is over. The silence of death rests over the battlefield, over the smoking, destroyed Soviet tanks, over the masses of troops the Bolshevists drove to death. The loneliness of the steppes returns. Their attack was in vain, their sacrifice forgotten, broken against our death-spewing weapons, against our strength, against our will, against our faith, which is stronger than any challenge. For in our hearts is Germany, the Germany that must live. Germany, that is you and the children. You are the homeland for us, and we carry you in our hearts. We fight and sacrifice and bleed for you. We never weaken for a second, for you must be protected.
Back in our trenches, we think of home. I hold your last dear letter in my worn hands. Thank you for the words and news, for which I am deeply thankful.
The war is now falling on my dear homeland. You write to me of the terror attacks by the British and Americans, and of heavy sacrifices, privations and worries that you also now face. I am filled with enormous rage, as are all of us here. There must be revenge, thousand-fold revenge. But in my heart there is deep and holy thanks for those who through their sacrifice rescued you, for what they lost, you still have.
My dear wife, I greet our children. Stay brave, loyal, and proud, and learn what the soldier has long known: to believe in victory even in the most difficult and hopeless situation, for only victory can unite us once again in the homeland.”
