Remembrance.
Here is a picture of my Dad, Second row far right.
Born of a Jewish Father he went to war to fight fascism and racism that threatened our country and way of life
He came back, after serving through out this terrible conflict, raised seven children, worked and never talked about his experience.
When I see right wing propaganda wrapped around the image of remembrance I think it sullies the memory of all those who fought against this very thing.
Number of deaths by country
Here is a picture of my Dad, Second row far right.
Born of a Jewish Father he went to war to fight fascism and racism that threatened our country and way of life
He came back, after serving through out this terrible conflict, raised seven children, worked and never talked about his experience.
When I see right wing propaganda wrapped around the image of remembrance I think it sullies the memory of all those who fought against this very thing.
Number of deaths by country
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Your transient youth
Is naught but rust
Beneath this mouth
Of broken teeth
White carved signed
With grief
Your birth, your death
In one harsh phrase
Belays the cost of those
Dead days
This rest, this place
Eternal sod
Soul held up
In the arms of God
The truth, the honesty
The killing joke
Is your not here
Somewhere else, scattered and broke
Beautiful, heart-breaking poem!! ....and the number of dead in other countries is incredible beyond belief!! (and we moan about how we lost!!!)
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