My dad lived in a Nazi-occupied country starting from when he was 8 until he was 13. He was the 5th oldest in a family of 10 children.
They starved for virtually a year. The two elder boys had to live under the floorboards of their tiny house to avoid being conscripted and used by the Germans.
My dad told a story how when he was 10, his baby brother was sitting in a high chair eating a piece of bread his mother gave him. The baby dropped the bread, and my dad explained how he just quickly stooped and grabbed it and shoved it in his mouth, he was so hungry. He carried guilt for these sorts of things his whole life.
Already at age 12, he had seen dead bodies lying around, went out into German patrolled areas to dig up a few potatoes to bring back to his starving family.
This is just ONE story among millions, and all the members of my dad's family survived. They were the lucky ones.
Consider how great a price was paid to remove Slavery from America. America was the first champion in the world, the one God trusted to resolve this plague. The price America paid was not just for America; it was for the world's slavery.
Perspective. The war we are in now is 100 times more critical, more important than the first or second world wars. This is it. It's all, or nothing.
What are we living for? If we're not ready to sacrifice even our lives for the freedom of all generations, then can we even win this war? Even so, we are being asked to sacrifice so little, really. Perspective.
Don't you know that DJT lives every single day of his life with death hanging over him?
No greater love is there than this; that a man be willing to give his life for his fellows.
Perspective. We're the most privileged generation in all of history. Let's live up to those who came and sacrificed and died before us.
My parents lived through the Hunger Winter in Holland. My father lived on a farm and they fed the city people who would walk for a day just to find something to feed their families.My grandparents never turned a single person away, and gave them potatoes and sandwiches with butter and cheese to bring home to their families - another day's walk home.
They have hundreds of letters from the people they fed, many became life long friends.
My mother's family lived in the city and went hungry, but my grandfather bought milk on the black market and so they survived. They had meat once per week, otherwise it was potatoes and other things they could grow in their backyard.
So, I agree with you, although mentally it is very difficult to know your own government wants you a slave and/or dead, and even my mother says that the lockdowns were mentally harder than living as kid during the war because at least then they knew they could go to school, see their friends, gather together, etc.
unfortunately it's going to get worse...
Get some perspective.
My dad lived in a Nazi-occupied country starting from when he was 8 until he was 13. He was the 5th oldest in a family of 10 children.
They starved for virtually a year. The two elder boys had to live under the floorboards of their tiny house to avoid being conscripted and used by the Germans.
My dad told a story how when he was 10, his baby brother was sitting in a high chair eating a piece of bread his mother gave him. The baby dropped the bread, and my dad explained how he just quickly stooped and grabbed it and shoved it in his mouth, he was so hungry. He carried guilt for these sorts of things his whole life.
Already at age 12, he had seen dead bodies lying around, went out into German patrolled areas to dig up a few potatoes to bring back to his starving family.
This is just ONE story among millions, and all the members of my dad's family survived. They were the lucky ones.
Consider how great a price was paid to remove Slavery from America. America was the first champion in the world, the one God trusted to resolve this plague. The price America paid was not just for America; it was for the world's slavery.
Perspective. The war we are in now is 100 times more critical, more important than the first or second world wars. This is it. It's all, or nothing.
What are we living for? If we're not ready to sacrifice even our lives for the freedom of all generations, then can we even win this war? Even so, we are being asked to sacrifice so little, really. Perspective.
Don't you know that DJT lives every single day of his life with death hanging over him?
No greater love is there than this; that a man be willing to give his life for his fellows.
Perspective. We're the most privileged generation in all of history. Let's live up to those who came and sacrificed and died before us.
<steps down from soapbox>
My parents lived through the Hunger Winter in Holland. My father lived on a farm and they fed the city people who would walk for a day just to find something to feed their families.My grandparents never turned a single person away, and gave them potatoes and sandwiches with butter and cheese to bring home to their families - another day's walk home.
They have hundreds of letters from the people they fed, many became life long friends.
My mother's family lived in the city and went hungry, but my grandfather bought milk on the black market and so they survived. They had meat once per week, otherwise it was potatoes and other things they could grow in their backyard.
So, I agree with you, although mentally it is very difficult to know your own government wants you a slave and/or dead, and even my mother says that the lockdowns were mentally harder than living as kid during the war because at least then they knew they could go to school, see their friends, gather together, etc.