You never understand war until you stand on a former battlefield of one. Even with that experience, one’s imagination cannot fathom the bravery, the elements, the fear, and expectations that are either met or lost in the course of a battle. My son and I had an afternoon during a trip a long time ago now to visit Pointe du Hoc and stand on the grounds and step into the bomb craters left by one of the final battles of World War II.
The world has never been a perfect place but, sometimes, the evil methods for making money can be really twisted and very sad. This article appeared today and reveals that the delight of a chocolate bar for our children might mean slavery and worse for some other children.
A great one found on the Internet and shared by a friend:
I was born white, which now, whether I like it or not, makes me a racist. I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today’s standards, makes me a fascist. I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobe. I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of big business. I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel. I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby. I am older than 70 and retired, which makes me a useless old man. I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary. I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe. I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist. I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist. I (and most of the folks I know), acquired a fair education without student loans (it’s called work) and no debt at graduation, which makes me some kind of an odd underachiever. I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland for and by all citizens, which now makes me a militant. Please help me come to terms with the new me… because I‘m just not sure who I am anymore! I would like to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, new found changes in my life and my thinking! I just can’t imagine or understand what’s happened to me so quickly!