Colonel Wild Bill Hoff recounts his years fighting the Judeo-communist network, and starting in chapter 21, he writes about what his life was like as an original member of George Lincoln Rockwell's American Nazi Party!

[color="Green"]Autobiography Of Colonel Wild Bill Hoff

...Looking up, I read the headlines which said, "Naval Commander Dismissed From Service." The story went on to tell of Commander George Lincoln Rockwell being cashiered from the Naval Service because of his being a National Socialist. Within the story, it spoke of him residing in Arlington, Virginia, but it did not provide the name of any street or the house number in which he was living.

I then put down the newspaper and murmured, "Hmm! Arlington, Virginia!" Hearing me mentioning that, my Mother then asked, "When will you be going?" Instantly, I replied, "Tomorrow morning!" Slapping me on the back, my Father mumbled, "Good! We are certainly keeping National Socialism in the family!" My Mother then kissed me and calmly said, "Now, you take very good care of yourself in Arlington. While you are finishing with your eating, I'll pack a suitcase for you."

The very next morning, I boarded a Trailsway bus which would drop me off in Arlington. Six hours later, I stepped off of the bus and looked for a motel that I would stay in while I was searching for Commander George Lincoln Rockwell.

Each day I was walking along streets and asking folks it they could direct me to the home of Commander Rockwell? Inasmuch as none of them knew if I was a reporter, an agent of some kind or a potential assassin, every one of them stated that they had no idea of where he lived or who he was. After the first two weeks of my doing this every day, I was getting the feeling that I was never going to locate the house in which he resided.

Then, luck came my way when I stopped by an auto mechanic's shop on North Randolph Street and spoke to a man who was working on a car. The instant that I asked him that question, he answered, "Mr. Rockwell lives right on the next block at 928." After warmly thanking him for his kindness, I picked up a bit of speed as I was walking.

Part 22

When I saw the house, there were no signs of it being a Nazi headquarters or anything else out of the ordinary. I just stood there, looking and waiting for the moment when I would possibly be meeting a gentleman who I was regarding as being a supreme hero.

Walking up the steps, I knocked on the door. A minute later, the door cracked opon a bit and there was a large man looking out at me. He then asked me what I wanted and I told him that I was there to give my services to Commander Rockwell. He told me to wait where I was and closed the door. Five minutes later, the door opened wide and standing before me was a tall handsome man who reminded me of what Hercules would have been described as being.

Speaking to me with a voice that was most militant, he asked me why I wanted to become involved with his Nazi Movement? I then explained to him that my parents had been actively involved with the German / American Bund and that I had been raised on the teachings given in Mein Kampf. Smiling, he asked me to step into the house and as I did, I noticed that the man who first came to the door was holding in his right hand a .45 automatic. Noticing that I was looking intensely at the pistol, Commander Rockwell introduced me to the gentleman, whose name was Major Kenneth Morgan.

It was then told to me that his carrying the .45 automatic was a precautionary matter, as there had already been numerous threatening telephone calls and they weren't taking any chances of having a lunatic entering their house. I was then asked to step into his office, where he wanted to speak further with me. I then saw other men standing about and each of them had their eyes on me.

After I had entered his office, Commander George Lincoln Rockwell asked me to be seated. This I did and was sitting at attention until he told me to relax. He then began to ask me questions and I gave him my entire life history. Smiling, he said, "You have certainly been around!" I was then instructed to fill out a membership form and when that was accomplished, he lead me outside of his office in order to introduce me to everyone who had already joined his American Nazi Party. It was then that I met Ralph Forbes, Robert Lloyd, John Patler, Seth Ryan and James Warner.

Upon my expessing the wish to remain at his headquarters, I was instructed that there was much work to do and that I would probably be sleeping on a floor until they could get around to building some three tier bunk beds. Being use to living hard, that was absolutely no problem for me. Upon my checking out of the motel and bringing my suitcase back to Headquarters, I was told that my first line of duty was to help putting together literature. I was then taken to the basement, where they had an ancient printing press and they were using whatever type of ink they could possibly get. The ink was so improper for the press, as it did not dry fast enough, they had clothes lines running the entire length of the basement.

There was one man doing the printing and three of us handlng the printed matter. As a sheet came off of the press, one of us would grab it and run to the end of the basement to attach the sheet to the clothes line with clothes pins. As I was running back to the press, another was passing me to do the same thing. Once the clothes line was filled, it was time to remove each and every sheet of literature. But, before doing that, we had to carefully check each sheet to be certain that the ink was completely dry.

Part 23

We were so awed by the superior personality of Commander Rockwell, we would follow him into death................[....]

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Folks keep an eye peeled for further installments!

BTW if anyone can find some photos of Mr. Hoff with Commander Rockwell please post em!

Colonel Hoff addressing the NSM 2003

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