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Originally Posted by infinite monkey
BUT, reading about the bombing in London in WWII, the Blitz...I mean, every single day they expected bombing. I can't even imagine. For like 57 days.
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Thanks, hon.
My Dad (73 today!) played on bombsites as a child.
Nan was given her first cigarette to calm her nerves during an air-raid. By a Doctor.
And Auntie Alice (or maybe she was telling it about one of her sisters?) risked a doodlebug in an air-raid to get home on time, Nanny Doyle's wrath being more immediate than bombing.
WWII is over.
The wounds of the Troubles are slowly healing.
My heart goes out to current generations of children living through violent conflict throughout this world. It is now as it's always been. But it's damaging. We're so much closer to primitive than we want to admit.