Please take a moment and remember those who fought for our freedom

 

 

 

November 11, a rather sombre day of remembrance for many.

Thinking of my grandfathers active service in WWI, my fathers active service in WWII and his wounding, and for his buddy Robert M. Findlay who never made it back ( deceased June 8, 1944 age 20).
Also my aunts and uncles service in WWII.

There was much they would not speak of, except among themselves.

 

I remember my grandfathers who died in the Second World War.
I remember my grandfather Peter, whose name is on a commemorative stella in Stalingrad.
I recall my grandmother, who worked 12-14 hours at a military factory.
I recently buried my mother-in-law, who went through a famine in Siberia during the war.
I recall my friends who did not return from Angola, Afghanistan, from the Balkan conflicts in Bosnia and Serbia.
I remember those who are alive, but have become disabled. Radik, who lost his eye in Afghanistan, Stanislav, who broke his psyche in the 3 Chechen wars and lost not only his family, but also his human appearance.
And many more with whom fate brought me all for a moment, who died in Vietnam, Chechnya. Those who died recently in Syria and the Donbas.
Devil! I don’t remember 1 day in the last couple of decades, so that without war. I think you have the same thing. Unfortunately, we will never learn to just live nearby as good neighbors.