In the National Socialist worldview, loyalty is paramount to an honorable and positive life. To live a life only for oneself is to be a slave to one’s desires and passions, to be a dead weight to one’s community, and to be a dishonor to one’s ancestors. Even the SS’s motto was, “my honor is [called] loyalty”! This is enough to also outline the sheer importance of this quality in National Socialism, and every good National Socialist should strive to do as much as humanly possible for his community.
Helmut Stellrecht thoroughly analyzes this fundamental point in his Hitlerjugend’s booklet “Faith and Action”; he expresses how our loyalty is divided into three different targets: Family, Folk, and Fuhrer.
A National Socialist’s Family, or a Clan of his own family and their friends’ families too, is the first element we need to pay respect to. Our family represents the intact bloodline stemming from eternity and going towards eternity, from the beginning of our Race to the end of the universe. In our very blood, runs the same blood that animated countless of our ancestors to do great deeds and build everything we have today, to work their land and slay their enemies, to assure that we would never have to do the same, and ultimately grant us the small heaven we experienced after the Great War and before the end of the Second World War.
We must never turn our backs on them and keep the chain uninterrupted, so that future generations will live without fearing extinction.
At the time when Harald Fairhair was still known by his nickname Tangled-Hair, when Norway was still in that process of wars and treaties that would ultimately end in its unification, there lived a man named Kveldulf, son of Bjalfi. He had two sons, Grim (later to be known as Skalla-Grim, or Grim the Bald) and Thorolf. He had been a renowned warrior and berserk in his times, but they had long been gone in the past, and he was close to his eightieth birthday when a messenger from king Harald asked him to join the ranks of the royal army. Kveldulf bluntly refused, but offered his eldest son, Thorolf, to go and make a name for himself, and soon enough, he rose up to become the king’s closest huskarl. But not even the most honest man is safe from malicious tongues, and his enemies warned the king of a plot to kill him on behalf of Thorolf. The king, without further investigating the matter, had him killed. This greatly angered Kveldulf, who sent Grim to some friends of his, asking for help. After the due preparations, Kveldulf had ready a ship with fifty men, plus he and Grim. They ambushed a ship with the king’s entourage (but not the king himself), and Kveldulf boarded the ship, killing many men with his ax at nearly eighty years old. It is said that during the battle, he experienced the greatest feat of the berserk’s terrible rage, called berserksgang at the time, but after the battle was won, he fell ill, as the weakness caught him all at a sudden. On his deathbed, he instructed Grim to flee towards Iceland, toss his coffin in the water, and settle where it would land on the coast.
Kveldulf’s story is undoubtedly a story of complete dedication to his kin, to the point of accomplishing a superhuman feat and dying from exhaustion afterward, for the sole purpose of avenging his son. In a time where the establishment does nothing but try to destroy these fundamental White values and eradicate them from our culture, stories such as this serve as a North Star to follow for anyone who grows tired of a system of false, detrimental, and degenerated anti-values.