[Mathews was incinerated on December 8, 1984 when the FBI fired three M-79 Starburst flares into his hideout on Whidbey Island in Washington's Puget Sound, which 'inadvertently' started the fire...this letter was probably written on the day he died.]

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'We all knew it would be like this, that it would be our own brothers who would first try to destroy our efforts to save our race and our terminally ill nation.
Why are so many white men so eager to destroy their own kind for the benefit of the Jews and the mongrels?

I see three FBI agents hiding behind some trees to the north of the house. I could have easily killed them, I had their faces in my sights.
They look like good racial stock yet all their talents are given to a government which is openly trying to mongrelize the very race these agents are a part of.
Why can't they see?

White men killing white men, Saxon killing Dane;
When will it end, the Aryan's bane?

I knew last night that today would be my last day in this life. When I went to bed I saw all my loved ones so clearly, as if they were there with me.
All my memories flashed through my mind. I knew then that my tour of duty was up.

I have been a good soldier, a fearless warrior. I will die with honor and join my brothers in Valhalla.

For blood, soil, and honor. For faith and for race. For the future of my children. For the green graves of my sires.'

Robert Jay Mathews.