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Nov 2013
A Remembrance,
Of a Day,
Quand Je Me Souviens.

Vitality spent,
Courage displayed,
           Fear allayed,
               dismay, at the lives                                        lost.

There were scholars,
                                there were youth,
                                                          ­  there were the uncouth,
                                                        ­                                           there were aged,
but never mind all that,
                                       as a matter of fact,
                                                           ­          any one of them,
                                                           ­                                     deserves my respect,
For an eternity.
On this Eve,
I learned, my freedom, is not of my doing,
I learned, I can choose, because they did lose,
                                                           ­             their freedom, their lives, their dreams,
I learned, what sacrifice, what SACRIFICE,
                                                      ­               more than sufficed, to provide hope,
                                                           ­                                                  to cope,
with wars and rumours of wars
                  and rumours of wars, that breach my peace of mind
                                                            ­                 that I am blind
                                                           ­                                          to the peace that passes all understanding,
for I will never understand war,
but I thankfully understand
what was given away by choice,
                              not to rejoice, in what I have received,
but They are, the reasons, at least eighty six million four hundred thousand reasons,
I do not huddle
in my bed waiting for
the bombs to stop falling,
to start calling for my loved ones,
I do not clench my teeth as
I grip my rifle to call out
"All Clear"
until the next time I am gripped by
the fear it may be me or someone I
know, who will need to be
let go. Thank Them, Catch Courage, Found Freedom, Love Life, Pray Peacefully
There are more but these are the learned Lessons on this Eve.





©DWEfor11112013
Moderate to Low estimates of military and civilians deaths is 1000 human beings per second for each second starting at midnight, where ever you live for the next 24 hours which is 86,400 seconds; for WW1 and WW2 and Korean War
Ottar
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   Nat Lipstadt, bex, --- and AJ
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