I Remember....

[shanmonster]

I remember my father telling me a story about WWII footage shown either when he was very young, or before he was born, to people who lived in his small, Newfoundland fishing village. It was a piece of trench warfare footage, and in it, a young German soldier was gunned down by Allied forces.

One of the older women in the audience began to weep. "Why are you crying?" asked another woman. "That's the enemy."

"He may be the enemy, but he was also someone's little boy."

Comments

[monkehtree.livejournal.com]

Thanks for posting this. It's so true.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

I think a lot of people forget that the enemy are made up of individual people, too.

Unrelated to Subject

[(Anonymous)]

America may have found its way again. You may be able to open your borders safely.

Also I'm enjoying the second season of Dr. Who on the Scifi channel here in Bush's fourth Reich.

JLW

Re: Unrelated to Subject

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I've yet to watch any of the Dr. Who episodes, but I want to check them out. I hear they are very good. But first, I think I'd like to check out Deadwood.

NEVER EVER LET AMERICANS IN

[(Anonymous)]

seriously, if you had the choice, would you know who they are? I ache to never see another american college comedy/drama/spitfight/whatever... the true price of americanisation is mediochrity forever...

Re: NEVER EVER LET AMERICANS IN

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

I don't understand what you are talking about.

[hypatia360.livejournal.com]

Until very, very recently I was always the odd ball being deeply moved my things that others took simply at face value, with all their social norms in tact. I can remember sitting in the living room while my family watched a reporter giving commentary on the California earthquake when I was about 13. Standing in front of the collapsed interstate bridge, the reporter spoke amiably about the "tragic circumstances", but she seemed more giddy that her local broadcast was making the national news than cognizant of the many people dead or dieing sandwiched between the two layers of interstate road. I was a mess. I begged my dad to change the channel, saying “my god how can you keep from imagining them crying out with no one to hear them; wondering if their children are safe, trapped and unable to move. My dad told me I was over reacting and to sit down and be quite.

I have never been able to understand the distant other, or I am safe because their not me mentality.

Hypatia