So I'm sure this blogging thing will get easier, but frankly it's a little odd to be writing about youself. At least for me it is. I met a man the other day who was a WWII veteran. His was an unusual story, since he was in the first troops assigned after the war was declared over. It's not something you hear a lot of, most stories are about the war, but some of the most fascinating things i've heard have been what happened after. After the bombing, watching and helping people return to even a rudementary form of living. It wasn't happy ever after. The war ended right before winter, and most places were bombed out, allowing very little food to be produced or transported. The draft in Germany toward the end included old men and young boys so there was no one left to tend the fields, even if they were crops. The stories I'd like to hear more of are the miracles that happened as people and countries pulled together to preserve and continue their way of life. It's interesting to me the human compassion that bloomed after the adversity of comuntries previously fighting against each other, now pulling together their sparse resources to help a former enemy. War is not good, but good can come from war. It's stories like these that make me a heritage maker. There are stories that can influence and generate great good in our lives, but we are losing them.. Our own memory falters as even the details of last week fade. There are some stories that we all have that cannot be forgotten, we can not allow, or afford it.
So that was a random tangent, but we'll see what I spout off with next time! :)
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