I appreciate the photos; some I have not seen before, especially the slain leader laying in the street. I remember the day he was shot, I think it was a Saturday and I was with my dad in a car and the announcement came over the radio. Even though I was in high school at the time, a chilling horror ran through my soul. Many of my classmates in southern Minnesota had German grandparents with pictures on the mantle of loved ones in their SS uniforms from WWII. It was normal back then, before political correctness. My high school art teacher, who inspired me early in life to choose art as a career, had painted 20 portraits of National Socialist leaders, which adorned the classroom. So naturally, about 4 or 5 of us young aspiring artists emulated our teacher and painted portraits of Hitler. And then these works of art were publicly displayed in the hallway glass display case. There were several other teachers that were good friends with my art teacher and I suspect they knew about and liked Rockwell. I think my generation may have been the last to enjoy such uncensored love for our own kind and it's defenders. But that mentality has stuck with me to this day and there is nothing that can or will quench that spirit.
Mark