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Survival

Survival
I had moved into Peet’s coffee, whilst preparing my novel Following Shadows for professional editing.  You see, this is where I “worked” with the least distraction, especially when I had deadlines to reach. My goals include, like many children and grandchildren of the Greatest Generation, to find meaning all these generations later.   The irony of our World War II lessons, is how we cannot be fully prepared  for the next wave of danger. The Japanese in WWII were fully prepared, with modern weapons, ships and planes, because they had the plans that the rest of the world was not...
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Survivor Psalm for readers of Following Shadows. I wish all individuals, all countries could be trauma free By Frank Ochbery, M.D.  I have been victimized. I was in a fight that was not a fair fight. I did not ask for the fight. I lost. There is no shame in losing such Fights. I have reached the stage of Survivor and am no longer a slave of victim status. I look back with sadness rather than hate. I look forward with hoperather than despair. I may never forget, but I need not constantly remember. I was a victim. I am a survivor. ( Youtube from the author reading the Survivor Psalm, and explaining...
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Do we really recall WWII lessons AND recall WWII history?

This 1947 film went viral recently. The result of reaching into the past after the recent Charlottesville, Virginia violence.  Please watch. Have we remembered? Can we remember?
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Dumb Gratitude

Dumb Gratitude
Do you struggle with gratitude? I sure do. I have haaated the topic. I have NOT wanted to have an attitude of gratitude. Even in elementary school I was a seven year old gratitude curmudgeon. You know the drill in elementary school. The teacher has you make a list. Every child is grateful for their mom, dad, the rest of the family, being born in a free country like America. And that’s where my seven year old self cynically coughed up toad-thoughts.  I thought I couldn’t’ tell my teacher and class mates. : I wasn’t born in America.  I was born in The Netherlands. Holland was...
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Thousand Yard Stare, Thousand Days to Heal

Thousand Yard Stare, Thousand Days to Heal
The thousand yard stare, in combat The hand to hand fight, in combat The day to day fear in combat Papa, Mama, daughter, civilians in combat The enemy in Nederland (Holland),  bursts in searching  for Papa Do not let your eyes to Papa’s hiding place Stare straight ahead — /Thousand yard stare The enemy in the Dutch East Indies (Indonesia) Bow low. Now. Or be struck lower still. Some never get up again. Family imprisoned one by one, First Papa. Next Mama and Children. Then all boys shipped and marched to other concentration camps Alone. Papa (my grandfather) never came back. Terror?...
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