For some this feeling, this need for the warmth back, it stifles, it hinders as you grasp around in desperation for that brief moment of reprieve, for just a mere moment of it back but it can never been found, not truly. This is something we must not merely accept but understand. For most of us, our family homes are long gone and the places that gave us that feeling forever lost. Once upon a time even when he left home, a son of Europa would still feel at home in his lands for even as a stranger he could still find belonging, still find a quiet corner to make his own, raise a family to share his love with and create this feeling anew. We have been deprived of this, this comfort, for our lands have been taken and given to all. Our communities dying, our people shiftless and lost in the misery of this epoch, it is no wonder the warmth of our people is replaced by the soulless, wretched commercialism so prevalent. Can they truly be blamed when all that is offered is the threat of encroaching ethnic violence and a hollow existence? The parasite has taken so much from us and this theft is one of the most egregious.

Part of our goal if we are to become the Men we need to be is to understand we can not go back, we cannot find comfort in the things we once had but by the same token we must realise it will not be gone forever. As we stride forward we must remember that a part of our goal is this, this simple concept of returning this feeling within ones own lands and among ones own people, this must be part of what we must bring back to our people even if it means we may never get it in our own lifetimes. I know it's hard along this path, it can be incredibly lonely being the Men we are and the burdens we carry, staring at the storm on the horizon, the prospect of stopping it can seem overwhelming but stop it we will. No, we will not merely stop it but turn it back unto those who forced it upon us. Our people, our families and our children depend on it. They deserve, nay, demand that we do so so that we can give them what we ourselves have lost. So they can feel that warmth and that joy of comfort, of not fearing for a future most uncertain. We must be the ones to return this gift to our people for who else is better suited than those who feel this sense of loss. There is no greater gift than that of love, anyone who has felt it knows this. That is what we once had and with it stripped a piece of our souls has been torn away and replaced with cold rationalised machinery. It is our duty to ensure those who come after us do not feel this, that they are stronger than our forebears who watched the world die were and that they themselves know that feeling once more. That they have a true family, a true people that is their own. Carry the memories of comfort with you but do not mourn them, use them as a reminder of what your fighting for.

We'll make it together. As friends, as family, as brothers. Come what may, what we do shapes the future, it forms around our actions or inaction. So if you wish to find comfort again then help make it a reality. Find those who seek what we seek, raise them up as others have done for you and we can forge a better tomorrow free of this sadness.