My dad is third from the left. He fought for Canada in Korea. He is one reason why I take time to remember that those that have fallen in battle. Those that fought hoping and praying that their war would be the last war. He rarely spoke of his involvement in death and destruction and suffering that is war. War for him was not to be glamorized.
It is doubtful that we will ever experience what his generation did. While he did not fight in World War II he live through it. Imagine a war so fierce and resource demanding that the government requires you to turn in your cell phones to be used as metal for the war effort. Your WiFI must be turned off permanently or the enemy will use it for targeting and failure to do so labels you an enemy of the state. There are no fast food places. They have all been turned into factories to make supplies for the war effort. Texting doesn’t work because the towers and bandwidth are all used by the military. You can’t afford gas. Meat is a luxury item you get once a week. Sounds like a dystopian world that we don’t understand – like a story from a book. A fairy tale. A fairy tale where your friends and family die. Certainly not a glamorous life.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. George Santayana
I must remember. I hope that you do to.
Be Well – dcd