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| Word count: 786 War Affects the World I am sure out of my comfort zone here. I know the directions for writing this blog say we are to pick one of the words listed above and write about it, but they are so intertwined I am having difficulty following the directions. Fair warning, I generally stay away from all of these categories. They don’t help with the general day-to-day depression surrounding me. Hopefully, I will be forgiven. I don’t have any personal experience with war, as in fighting in one of the armed services or being in a war-torn country. My experiences all stem from others I know about. My father was in World War II. He actually went into combat for the first time on D-Day. There is a very famous World War II with appears in magazines and books. It shows about thirty men jumping into the water off the back of a landing craft. They are all headed to the beach. On the right-hand side of the picture is a man carrying a gun, his large backpack tied up with rope and wire. That is my father. He maned a bazooka most of the time. As he got to the beach he was shot in his lower left leg. The fighting was intense and it took a long time to push the enemy back. With all the casualties, my father spent close to today before anyone found him among the others injured or killed. It was a week on the beach trying to stay alive with the other lucky men around him before they could get him on a hospital ship headed to the United States. Through various forms of transport, he ended up in Sibley Hospital in Washington D.C. They were able to save the leg, but he was told he would never be able to walk on it. There is a saying my grandmother used to use. “Good things come about by bad things happening.” My future mother worked at Sibley Hospital. Through her duties to help the injured with basics and some rehabilitation the nurse and the army man fell in love. Between the two of them, they were not going to take what the doctors said as true. Through dance t my Mom taught my Dad to walk again. He retained some of the shrapnel in this leg but he was able to get around. The other experience I had with war, was my husband and his stint in Vietnam. A judge in his small town in Massachusetts decided to clean up the town. He did this by sending any man, young or old, into the service. My husband, nineteen, who grew up on what would have been considered “the wrong side of the tracks” got caught along with seventeen other men in this scam. He was there for sixteen months, but those months hung around for many many years. He came home with no downtime or decompression from being in an area where you had to be on your guard at all times to walk through an airport and being called a “baby killer” by peace advocates of the early 1970s. He also was presented with the symptoms of major Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). His nightmares were bad sometimes. PTSD affects not only the serviceman or woman but family and close friends. Once I was pulled down behind a bed in our bedroom and told to stay down because the “enemy” was trying to break into the house. Another time I was thrown into a doorway because a car backfired. I thank the Veteran's Services for helping me get through the worst of the trama. War is bad, this I will agree with this. After everything is said and done though sometimes the aftermath can be worse. I agree to fight for land, wealth, and status is ingrained in the human makeup, but you would think with the progress in understanding the world, they could come up with a better way to decide these matters other than saying let's see how many of the “other side” we can kill or maim. I wrote a story once where if one area declared war on another, spies were sent to both areas by the opposing people. Each country, (I used islands in my story) had one week to discover who the spies were. The first to discover the spies won the war and would be allowed to run the “island” for a period of three years, with the deposed king, held by the winner in confinement. At the end of the three years, the loser would get his country back. For my story, the situation worked. I wonder if … no I guess not. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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This is a lovely share with some wise advice at the end. And it fits the prompt well! Thanks for sharing your experience.
