Every country I know takes the time to think of the veterans as well as of the fallen and of its soldiers.
Every country does it in their own way.
Some have a day off to contemplate. Some have sad songs playing on the radio, and many documentaries about the fallen on TV. Some have ceremonies in schools, grave yard and public places.
The USA, is the only place I know that has sales. Everywhere “Veterans Day Sales”. It is also known as the kick-start to Black Friday, or the beginning of the holiday sales.
Growing up in a country that takes its fallen very serious, that talks a lot about them and that grieves every year, as if they have just died, it is very hard for me to get used to celebrating Veterans Day. Strange idea.
I think this is a day to think what we can do differently to end the endless needs for soldiers. To not have to send out more dedicated people into battle, to not leave so many families broken or soldiers broken. What can we do to live together, in this beautiful place, with others, even if they look, think or believe differently then we do.
The Unknown Soldier By Emily Moralez
There’s a graveyard near the White House
Where the Unknown Soldier lies,
And the flowers there are sprinkled
With the tears from mother’s eyes.
I stood there not so long ago
With roses for the brave,
And suddenly I heard a voice
Speak from out the grave:
‘I am the Unknown Soldier,
The spirit voice began
‘And I think I have the right
To ask some questions man to man.
‘Are my buddies taken care of?
Was their victory so sweet?
Is that big reward you offered
Selling pencils on the street?
‘Did they really win the freedom
They battled to achieve?
Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre
Above that empty sleeve?
‘Does a gold star in the window
Now mean anything at all?
I wonder how my old girl feels
When she hears a bugle call.
‘And that baby who sang
Hello, Central, give me no man
Can they replace her daddy
With a military band?
‘I wonder if the profiteers
Have satisfied their greed?
I wonder if a soldier’s mother
Ever is in need?
‘I wonder if the kings, who planned it all
Are really satisfied?
They played their game of checkers
And eleven million died.
‘I am the Unknown Soldier
And maybe I died in vain,
But if I were alive and my country called,
I’d do it all over again.
אני נפעמת מהעומק והכאב שלך ביום זה. השאלות שאת שואלת הן אוניברסליות ופילוסופיות שרק אישה יכולה לשאול. גאה בך על האמפטיה והרגישות שלך. שלא יאבדו לעולם. אוהבת אמך
תודה רבה רבה!!