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Kathryn's avatar

My mother’s favorite cousin survived the death march but was thrown overboard into the China Sea after dying on the prison ship. Or so it is said.

My father used some tricks he had learned in Boy Scouts to be singled out for officer training in the Army Corps of Engineers. Just a few scratched on a family tree hiding so much fruit.

I guess good people have a blind eye for psychopaths and their psychopathic machinations.It takes a major hit to sharpen the vision.

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Jim Davidson's avatar

I am very sorry for your family’s loss. Bataan should have been better provisioned, and would have been, but FDR and Churchill hid the necessary information.

While I do agree that good people have been taught to ignore evil and trained to ignore it and encouraged to ignore it, there is also a difference between our day and theirs. We have much greater access to information since the commercial development of the Internet began with Compuserve and its competitors around 1973 or so.

Propaganda and quite a few murders were used to keep people from knowing the truth. Two thousand years ago, Jesus told his disciples that every secret would be revealed and what is whispered in an ear will be shouted from the rooftops. Behold, those days are at hand.

A reckoning comes.

Thank you for your comments.

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Kathryn's avatar

Thank you for your truth telling. 🕯️

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Brettbaker's avatar

PRINT THE REST OF THE POEM!

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Rebel2Tyrants's avatar

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

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