English Translation

5-2a "Put a wreath on your dead hero hill.." Put a wrestle on your death hero hill, but decorate with the most beautiful roses the forehead of the living in your hearts. Gorch Fock Under the motto of a German poet, a woman of great sorrow and collective remembrance, Annemarie Mölders, the mother of the aviator hero, has reached me from old and young, high and low. In a ceremony to the German mothers, fresh flowers are always on Werer's grave, which people talked about. In the same way, Ernst Laudia turned to the German fathers. We can know both speeches, which brought about the strength of the Ech- Invalidenfriedhof, which are not fulfilled him, but only his deeds of faith in Germany. An entire people wrapped me in his compassion and with the consent of the spokesmen from Anlafs of the Hero- did not leave me alone in my pain. But no mother in Germany who complains about her son is made available standing. alone, not even those who, like me, weep another son in Ge- Die Schriftleitung. We are bound by a bond, a bond of common experience, of common pain. Annemarie Mölders to the German mothers: We all want and have to return to life, because life needs us, as we need life. Since I am only one mother among many, one who is in this people waiting for us, deeds that still intends to do days of her son; but it is to me as if I have to be. We do not want to forget this. to these countless, nameless ones speak, for suffering is silent and sleeping together all that mother is called ... grief is different; every man seeks his personal expression. One in silence, the other in speech. "One day in the year that is free to the dead." says the song; maybe there are many mothers who are shy when the ge- but I firmly believe that our memory actually all loved name falls, just as Fontane writes in the Bucher Schloofspark, hours belong, that the dead continue to live among us, because then "in many families in which the favorite child died, parents have enough of our love power to make them immortal. and brothers and sisters agree never to leave this name again - We all — no matter what name we bear — are mothers speaking", others want to talk about those who are so bright and hoarse of heroes, but it would be dishonest if we were to say that we live in them. I am one of them. In all conversations, this consciousness is our pain and our grief out of me, as if my Werner, who could delete "the Wernerchen" for me. We are mothers. And we know that despite the cross of Spain, despite the Knight's Cross, despite oak leaves to a beloved child, to whom we once gave life and brilliants, we would have to come straight to the door to say, "Hor- that we lost to death, of eternity already a piece of our own-ridoh mother!". I hold it back with the beautiful word of re's own living life. It is missing. And it was Walter Flex, whose poet's soul probably clouded a clue, that dafs will always be missing. he also had to leave his life on the island of Osel in 1915. I liked it when I was still young, the same pain already more than a mother today and always comfort and ask: once experienced. At that time my husband fell in the fights in the Argon- "Give your dead right home, you living ones, that nerwald, and I stood with three little boys and a girl- we dwell among you and are allowed to dwell in darkness alone in the world. If wishes can be prayers, let and bright hours. Don't weep after us, then my own will be told: "Save us from a new war!" And when I looked at my boys, every friend must be afraid to speak of us. Make the friends hold a heart, then I thought fervently of us: "None of you can ever talk and laugh, give us the right to go home, become a soldier! Not Werner, not Hans, not Viktor." And as we enjoyed it in life .." when they became great, they became "naturally" all the Scldat. And Werner was the first. At that time I probably first understood that the man was an Emst Laudia to the German fathers: different law is subject to than the woman. And I have even heard of all the loved ones to whom our memory goes today, that's what it is to be, and it's good that we are the closest to our fallen sons. They're not making our hearts heavy. The wife and mother loses only the dead of the family, but the deaths of our whole husband and son probably for ages and forever to the people. the struggle and the demanding life, but in all there is an individual fate as I have lived through it, has affected many. Deep and high sense. As long as the world stands, the woman I have been a soldier in the First World War and have hated some war and loved the warrior, precisely because the best battle in the East and West has taken place. My three body warriors are also the best man. Our grief for the sons, to whom a stepson later came, are 1916, will not cease falling, because our thoughts were not born up in 1917 and 1923; so they grew into a time, will hear to circle them. It lies deep in the essence of all in which it did not seem to have been granted to every young German, motherhood anchored, to go through the school of German soldiers long before birth with the child. This and long after death to be connected; but as a father, I always seemed to be filled with concern. I told you — and I must say on this day, which is therefore consecrated to the dead to my sons again and again from my soldier's time — that there is a right and a wrong grief. from my experiences and observations in the great war, The false kills all life in itself for the sake of the dead and in order to awaken in them the sense of German heroism, she burys herself in her bitterness, — but lives with the right one to save from all weak thoughts and to one the dead, and finds a hundred deeds in her spirit. strong, in the best sense of the word soldatic attitude to The Glory, which educates Werner's name in many Germans and before. So it was of course, that also my four sons shines around all at the German youth, makes me the heaviness burst out in bright cheers, than our leader does not make the German any easier. He was good and brave; but every mother who gave up the freedom of defense to the people today. Only a few years passed by, lamented with me a fallen man, is rightly the same of and all German men had to prove by deeds whether they could tell their beloved son. But I recognize one thing that was real. They proved it! With the thankful joy, and these are the signs of common-weapon-tested men of the First World War, as far as they are 18