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ars4326 wrote:
Reminds me of hearing about my grandmother working the factories during WWII.
That is interesting. Reminds me of hearing about my mother's mother's father getting a supersonic grenade shrapnel through his skull during the Winter War. Intense stuff. It happened in the Battle of Raate Road. It was about 75 years ago. My grandmother was 10 at the time. She still remembers how her mother went outside to identify the body that was brought home. A heartwrenching story. She also remembers how they had to use black curtains to hide the lights of all houses from the enemy bombers. What a nightmarish period of childhood it must have been. However, being a strong woman like me, my grandmother is a happy person and thankful for all the nice stuff that the great RNG of life dropped at her.
My father once told me about an old man he used to know. The man had been in a machine gun squad during the war. Apparently, one of the problems with operating a machine gun was that the effectiveness of the tool was so inhumane that it was sometimes impossible to not puke while shooting the helpless enemy soldiers. I can't imagine how it must have felt sitting deep in the snow at a camouflaged position, when suddenly... the clueless enemy approaches. At some point you have to make the decision to start killing. RRRRRR! Easy targets. RRR!RRRRRR! Twitching and screaming fellow human beings. *puke*
So, what's your war memory?
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Thankfully, I have no firsthand accounts of war. I can't fathom being in a kind of situation where it's me, an incoming enemy combatant, and my firearm--and it's either shoot or get shot.
Or even worse: unarmed combat to the likely death; because now you're in a situation where two human beings are trying to take one life, in the most pure and terrible intimate setting. War is hell enough to read about, let alone to experience.
However, I am reminded of a historical book I read about George Washington, during the period where he was leading his Revolutionary War troops in the dead of a bitter cold winter. They were desperately short on supplies, including food and warm clothing. Some soldiers were even eating their shoe leather, it got so dire. One shocking excerpt from this book noted that you could tell when the Revolutionary War troops had marched through a town, due to the bloody footprints left embedded in the snow.
I may dig this book out sometime and type out this chapter. Very compelling read.
"But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him." - 1 Corinthians 2:9
