From early childhood, I have been fascinated by war. As a young girl, I crept into my brothers’ bedroom and stole books about WWII…..While others were reading Nancy Drew, (I also had a full collection of those mysteries), I was immersed in stories of bomber pilots. I grew up to own a Civil War historic farmhouse, where a Confederate General kept his headquarters.
Why has war followed me………….
I don’t know. Well, yes I do. I believe we all have pasts…….Past lives and existences. When I was younger, a psychic told me my uncle was always beside me. He died when he was 19, in the Ardennes Forest, at the Battle of the Bulge.
Is he? I like to think so. I have always remembered his memory, though I never knew him. He was such a promising young boy….a mathematical genius, destined for West Point. What might he have achieved in his life…….
My dad served on a Naval ship…..hours away from Japan when the bomb detonated. His ship was given orders to turn back….what might have been if there were no Hiroshima or Nagasaki……..I might not be writing these words.
This Veterans’ Day…..let’s remember what they fought for, what they died for. This is a great country…..it doesn’t need to get great, it just needs to heal and get better.
For all of them…..those who healed, those who didn’t………