Theodore Olson, 1945, click to read his own post-war account of his Atlantic crossing.
Today my moment of silence will be a prayer of hope for the end of war, what Memorial Day is supposed to be.
My late father (picture) served in World War II. My dad returned from the war with his body intact, but his being was changed forever. They used to call it shell shock, now it's better known as PTSD. As a result of growing up with this great and gentle man as my father, I have felt from a very young age that there is always a better way than war to solve political problems.
That sentiment is conspicuously missing from all of this holiday genuflection before our Pentagon greatness. The leaders of our country, both Republican and Democrat, through their approval of limitless war funding and utter failure to even breath one word of concern about the myriad of human wreckage we are causing in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere, have driven a stake through the heart of the spirit of Memorial Day.
Posted by The Owl at 15:00. Filed under: War and peace
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