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As a kid growing
up, you never thought things would change. The houses, stores and places would
freeze forever in time. People would never die and Ray Cecconi's store would
always be there....
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One cool fall day I
came home from school and found my mother sitting in a chair close to the
Heatolator wood stove with her feet in bedroom slippers braced against the
stove, and she was crying. "What's the matter, Mamma?" I asked, and she looked
at me and said she had received a telegram from the War Department and Uncle
Benny had been killed in the Battle of Tarawa. And she cried. Long ago she had
put up a white flag with a red border and a blue star with gold braid on it and
proudly displayed it in the window. A blue star meant somebody in the family was
in the war. A gold star meant they were killed. We now would have a gold
star....
...Each
generation is beholden the their ancestors; for wars and peace have been going
on since civilization began. There will always be those who hope to rule through
might and conquest, also there are many who try to build a society of men who
will reason together and hope is renewed with each era. The wise men die, young
warriors are born and the cycle goes on. Peace in the world and soul is evasive
but hopefully we can learn from the past.... |