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| flanders poppy picked from my garden |
thinking of
my paternal grandfather whom i never met who served as a chemist in the field ambulance corps on the western front in france during world war 1..during the war he developed depression and he committed suicide when my father was three months old
remembering
my father who, during world war 2, piloted four of the six survivors of the sandakan march in borneo to safety
grateful for
the sacrifices made by the forces
Huge stories, big memories, lest we forget.
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DeleteI too remember. I read about the war and I ruminate over what it means and I remember that the working class gets plundered so that the rich can remain outside the circle of loss where profits can be made from the death of the masses. Sorry if I sound a bit bolshie there Jane but war is a terrible way to make a buck and the collateral damage is heartbreaking. My great uncle Oscar died at 18 in WW1 and my paternal and maternal grandfathers fought in WW2. An American relative bombed a German relative in a U-Boat...where's the logic? Did they cancel each other out? There is NOTHING good about war and if we learn nothing else from our past, this lesson is one of the most important.
ReplyDeletei agree with you fran..war is terrible..it breaks my heart..x
Deletegratitude here too Jane. xxxx
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