From the late great Waffen SS Belgian: Leon Degrelle: Hitler is always present before my eyes…

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[Leon Degrelle proved himself to be a great man in war, but his greatest contribution to our race is his defence of Hitler and the Germans after WW2. Degrelle spoke like a true White man. Degrelle is a credit to Europe. And we must not forget the Spanish who gave him a place to live for the final decades of his life. The Spanish were also friendly to us in South Africa. I was told that directly by President PW Botha. Leon Degrelle's bravery and his loyalty to Hitler, the Waffen SS and to Europe is fantastic. We should build many statues to Degrelle. His speech where he spoke of the marvellous things they dreamed of … Degrelle was thinking like Hitler, like a Roman… of a wonderful Europe, a super power of White people. I have tremendous respect for Degrelle. I think that Leon Degrelle and George Lincoln Rockwell go together well. White men, who even when they were on their own, were unafraid. Standing alone in a world where Jewish hatred is coming at them from every corner … They stood like White men and never backed down. They told the truth. They did not grovel. Nothing could stop them from being true to themselves, and they never betrayed their side. They were alone, yet totally loyal and uncowed. That takes serious courage. Degrelle and Rockwell had PLENTY of BOTH! Jan]

This is the Degrelle quote:
“Hitler is always present before my eyes: as a man of peace in 1936, as a man of war in 1944. It is not possible to have been a personal witness to the life of such an extraordinary man without being marked by it forever. Not a day goes by but Hitler rises again in my memory, not as a man long dead, but as a real being who paces his office floor, seats himself in his chair, pokes the burning logs in the fireplace…. After 1945 Hitler was accused of every cruelty, but it was not in his nature to be cruel. He loved children. It was an entirely natural thing for him to stop his car and share his food with young cyclists along the road. Once he gave his raincoat to a derelict plodding in the rain. At midnight he would interrupt his work and prepare the food for his dog Blondi. He could not eat meat, because it meant the death of a living creature….” (Léon Degrelle)