On March 15th, 1939 the Nazis invaded Czechoslovakia which had no longer any power of military resistance. On that day the Huns and the gangsters occupied my homeland under the ironic title "Protectorate." I saw the beginning of the invasion in my home town of Prague. The Nazi hordes marched in for days, while the powerless Czechoslovakian population could do nothing but clench their fists and grind their teeth. That was the most sorrowful day of my life....

This cannibal, this slave dealer, Hitler, will learn that his war will not be won before the last battle. This last battle will be fought by the Allies with the result of a complete victory.... At present nearly all the European countries are occupied by the Nazis. As for the few non-belligerent ones, their resources have been drawn on by the Nazis to such an extent that they have become impoverished themselves....

The United States of America with its vast resources will be the only power in the world, after the war, which will be in a position to lay the foundation for a lasting peace.... It is a foregone conclusion that the United States of America and her Allies will win this war. Then Nazi Germany will have to swallow its own bitter medicine, and sooner or later, she will fold up and collapse.... The conquered countries will never forget any help America may render them in their reconstruction....

For seven years I fled Hitler, persecuted on account of activities hostile to Nazi authority, Nazism and Nazi rule. A price was put upon my head, a price of 10,000 Reichmark, [or] approximately $3000. For such a bargain Schicklgruber could not get me. Hitler chased me away from Germany. He chased me away from Austria. He chased me away from my beloved home country of Czechoslovakia. He chased me away from Poland, from Latvia, from Estonia, from Finland, from Norway, from Holland, from Belgium, from France. This gangster Hitler was always faster than I was.

Only once I was ahead of him by 3000 miles, in 1940 when I reached the United States of America with the Dixie Clipper.

I am grateful to live in the United States of America. I am grateful that I can live here again like a free human being. I am grateful and proud that I can help the war effort. What freedom means can only be fully understood by someone who has lost his freedom. What freedom means can only be justly understood by someone who has regained it. Freedom means that one must fight for freedom, and it is a gift worth dying for.

God Bless America.