I Knew A Man

 

 

April 1, 1945, was both Easter Sunday and April Fools Day. My father, a 20-year-old
member of the 6th Marine Division, was aboard a troop landing craft, heading straight to
the shores of the heavily fortified island of Okinawa.
Approaching the beaches with a mixture of fear, eagerness and uneasy anticipation;
these feelings intensified with the smells and sounds of a battle in progress. A young
man whose future, whose very life, was now in the hands of an unknown fate. Far away
from home, it would be a surreal experience for anyone.
The battlefield in its full fury, flying bullets, exploding mortars shot from the batteries of
ships out in the harbor, the anti-aircraft guns blasting charging kamikazes out of the
skies, the screaming of the wounded and killed. The men charged, running headlong into
the onslaught of projectiles, the lucky ones, dodging death in the chaos and confusion hoping to reach safety and shelter in this hostile place.

He would be tested in this, his first and only battle. Like many others he was suffering
from a serious bout of seasickness, from the motion of the waves and swells, tossing and
rocking the ship. The salty seas washed aboard, drenching the troops. The odor of sweat,
urine, and vomit filled the confined craft as it made its way, an eternity to the shore.

Momentarily, to take his mind off the impending reality, he thought of his childhood
friend, a man who would later become my uncle. Today was his 22nd birthday, and he
was somewhere on the European front. They were both children of Italian immigrants
that had settled in the south-eastern section of Detroit. He wondered what he was doing
at that very moment. It was a connection that reminded him of home.

My father had enlisted in the Corps in 1943, he was initially sent to Chicago for
inductment, from there he was shipped to San Diego’s Camp Pendleton for basic
training. On completion, orders came for departure the next day. Denied liberty passes
before their send-off, my father and a group of cohorts, decided to spend one last night
out on the town. They went AWOL for a night of girls and drinking.
They returned the next morning turning themselves in. They were detained to face court-martial. They were sentenced to 90 days in the brig. In a twist of fate, this act may have been a saving grace, as the departing troops had been bound for Iwo Jima.

After serving his sentence, his destination was to Guadalcanal for intense combat
training as a machine gunner. The island had recently been captured in early 1943 and
was used as a training and supply base. The Sixth Division was formed here in 1944
from groups of battle-tested veterans and new recruits; they came together from various
battalions and regiments to create a new Division.
They were preparing for the 6,000-mile journey to the Island of Okinawa, the last
holdout of the Japanese Imperial Forces. Intense and serious fighting was expected for
this, the Japanese last stand and last hope. It was to be a fierce and bloody 82-day
campaign. The Japanese were determined to hold their ground in a last desperate
attempt, they were well entrenched and heavily fortified.
Prepared to fight to the end, to suffer and sacrifice rather than surrender, they had dug in settling in a series of tunnels, caves, and bunkers, known as pillboxes. They took their
devotion to the Emperor very devoutly.

 

 

Iwo Jima had been a crushing defeat, as they were losing more and more of their grip on
the chain of Pacific Islands they once held. They would not make this battle an easy
assault. They prepared what remained of their aerial and naval craft for support.
This was the zenith of the kamikaze might. The term kamikaze translates to, divine
wind. As a last-ditch effort to inflict as many casualties as possible, the use of kamikaze
began in earnest, in late October 1944, during the battle of the Gulf Of Leyte, in the
Philippines. Okinawa would be their last and most glorious service. There was no
shortage of volunteers. During the Okinawa campaign, the estimated damage they
inflicted on the Allied fleet was 47 vessels destroyed, and an additional 10 damaged.

 

 

In yet another desperate move: 1,870 middle school boys, between the ages of 14 and
17, were recruited or conscripted. They would be known as the Iron And Blood Imperial
Corps. They sustained heavy casualties.

 

 

 

The battle began April 1st and ended on June 22nd. For the ferocity of the fighting, the
Japanese came to call the battle, the rain of steel or violent wind of steel. It was to
become the largest amphibious battle of the Pacific. Okinawa is situated 340 miles west of mainland Japan. Once victory came, the plan was to use
it as the base for air operations on the assumed upcoming assault.

The battle itself comprised of units from both the Army and Marine Corps. Additional
naval and air support was conducted with Allied support, although they did not assist
with ground troops.
The strategy was a two-fronted assault from the northern and southern parts of the
island. The first move was a barrage by Naval ships that shelled the island, while fighter
pilots defended the vulnerable fleet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cliff where native jumped to their death.

 

Ground troops followed. It would not be an easy victory. The battle to dislodge
entrenched enemy combatants involved total warfare in all its ugliness. There was much
at stake, both sides knew it. Once the victory at Okinawa was secured, the next and final
target would be Japan itself.
The ferociousness of battle was savage and intense. Both sides battle weary after four
years. One side would emerge the victor, this blow to Japan was a humiliation. At times
the ground was covered in mud from heavy rains. Bodies of the dead from both sides
lying exposed, bloated and rotting crawling with maggots. A horrific scene, that was to
haunt many of the hardest.
The conditions in which the fighting took place including the terrain itself, the weather,
the psychological impact of the carnage, the fierceness of the enemy, the horrors must
have been unimaginable. These factors were catalysts, circumstances for the
savagery. It led to conditions ripe for atrocities, the thirst for blood was potent, revenge
overcame reason

 

 

Soldiers that were entrenched in caves and tunnels were often blown up or burnt alive by flamethrowers. The smell of burning and charred flesh filled the air. Many soldiers and natives committed suicide rather than be defeated and shamed. The residents fled to the caves and cliffs, many of them jumping to their deaths in the sea.
The island’s civilian population was about 300,000. They were to pay a heavy cost in
loss of life, and property. Ninety percent of the island was in ruins. A landscape of
devastation. The Okinawan’s found themselves in an unfortunate position, victims of both sides.

 

 

Losses sustained on both sides were significant. The Americans lost 20,195 killed;
55,162 injured.
110,071 Japanese and Okinawan’s who had donned the uniform were registered as dead
by the Allied Forces.
That number 110,071 is a significant one for the point of this story. That number being, the one.

 

 

 

A Man I Did Not Know

The story was told to me at a young age, at the time I felt bad for the man. I asked my
father why he did what he did. He told me I didn’t understand, I was not there. It was
war. He had seen things. He was angry. He wanted revenge. Through the years, I
frequently asked the question again. As time went by and I matured. I felt a deep sense
of sadness for this dead boy.

My father and another soldier were together, they were separated from their unit. I don’t
remember the exact reason for this separation, maybe it was during the confusion of
battle, possibly they were on a reconnaissance mission. They came upon a solitary
unarmed soldier. He was young, little more than a boy, maybe he had been recruited into
the Iron And Blood Imperial Corps. He surrendered to them.

There was a discussion between my father and the other man, as to what they should do
with him. I don’t know if the decision was a mutual one. My dad told the man to go, to
run. He then proceeded to shoot him in the back. He was one of the 110,071 killed.
I never could reconcile with what he had done. It was murder. My father!

I knew a man who killed another, that man was my father.
The killing was an unconscionable act, to me it was not necessary. It was a judgment
made with little thought or feeling, from someone who could not see a frightened fellow
human being, one helpless, afraid and defeated.
How do we become so callous to human suffering and return unchanged or untouched?
The cruelty of men lies sleeping. It slumbers until shaken. It rages and ravages when
awakened. A primal struggle, no one is immune, if given sanctity of the just.
Legitimized by a rationale of necessity.

I am a legacy of that action that set forth my being. The sins of the father, I did not know
back then. It is a burden that I have carried, that has troubled me deeply to the core.
The shadow of his ghost has haunted me. That chain, that mystic cord connects me to
his wandering soul. Cheated by a bullet, from a gun. Denied his chance of a future and a life. Gone in an instant. Fatally fallen, his life spilled out in all its redness, seeping into the good earth. That goodness spoiled and squandered.

War is a brutal business, a test of man’s morality and convictions. It produces mobs of
violent, angry and aggressive men, that thirst for blood and revenge, of an impersonal
foe, they call the enemy. For what reason they scarcely question. Led by distant
commanders. Their bodies vacant shells molded into obedient killing machines, dutiful
servants in the name of a noble cause. Rally to the call of patriotism.
Individual accountability has no place on war-torn battlefields.

Abandoning any form of conscience or compassion. The better angels of our nature wrestle between and are overcome by taunts of the Devil, laughing nestled on our
shoulders. He whispers the deed is validated and justified.
The dead man is now dust in the ground, but his spirit knows no rest. He was also told,
these men are your enemy, go forth and kill. When fate brought these two face to face, no one won, no one, but the Devil.

Do not question what you are told, go forth and do the bidding of thirsty men.
Their unquenchable bloodlust feeds the fires for the stirrings of war. Brave and
honorable, the model soldier.
Thoughts and ideas are colored and clouded by the passion of propaganda, disguised as
patriotism. The waving of a flag, the holiest of symbols, a mere piece of cloth. Both
side in conflicts hold their convictions to be sacred and just. Humanity’s misery becomes a victory.

Countless bodies, in rows and rows, stacked in piles, mountains of a wasteland.
Bloodbaths of wars, filling oceans across time, can’t wash clean the dirtied hands that
took up arms against another.
In our imagined and instigated disputes, we resort to our most primitive and baser
instincts. A great struggle to survive and dominate drives us to subject our foes, those we
see as a threat, as competition.
Lessons are not learned from previous mistakes. For every step we take ahead, we take another back. It’s been a never-ending cycle.

Options to resolve differences, to prevent conflict are tossed aside, once the taste for
blood has been stirred. Our eyes suddenly lose sight, our ears, cannot hear. Deaf to the
cries of caution and concern.
If you profess to be a Christian or a Muslim and hold the values and virtues so dearly
and faithfully as claimed, there should be a moral dilemma, an inner conflict with the
hypocrisy of the tenets that are so adhered to, with such passion and devotion.
There should be a sense of humility and reflection when one holds that stance so
vehemently.
The ideology of a fraction of a few presents a skewed and biased misrepresentation.
The statement, “freedom isn’t free” has been effective. It’s become a common and
accepted in our lexicon, but upon examination, what does it mean? There’s been a
deliberate impact to divide. It’s always been an effective means to an end.

The courage and sacrifices of the victims become diminished. Perhaps in hindsight
time and circumstance will afford a different perspective. The distances separating
participants memories and those of innocent eyes will disagree about conflicts and the
merits of necessity.
Survivors, innocent and damned on every side, pass down the consequences of their
actions, further casualties who seek solace and understanding.
I can’t make amends for that long ago stolen life. I feel a link, a bond to an unknown
man, one who was not my enemy.  If I could, I would reach out my hand. I feel remorse,
and guilt that is deep. That man never had children, but here I am a child of the victor.
The man I knew as my father. I never knew his true feelings, if he struggled with what
he had done, was he sorry? Did he temporarily lose his humanity due to the extremity of
his circumstances that I could never understand? Did he ever see his face, pleading back
at him or hear his voice in his dreams? Did he ask for forgiveness?
I ask for it.

 

 

The three photos above were taken on the battlefield at Okinawa. My father is in the photos. I don’t really know which one is him except in the far left, he is on the right. Photos were dated June 15, 1945. Shima

 

 

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Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer

“Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but a hell.”
― Karl Popper

Where there is power, there is resistance.”
― Michel Foucault

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear. Bertrand Russell

“The need is not really for more brains, the need is now for a gentler, a more tolerant people than those who won for us against the ice, the tiger, and the bear. The hand that hefted the ax, out of some old blind allegiance to the past fondles the machine gun as lovingly. It is a habit man will have to break to survive, but the roots go very deep.” 
 Loren Eiseley, The Immense Journey

“WAR is a racket. It always has been.
It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one
international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the
losses in lives.”
― Smedley D. ButlerWar Is a Racket

 

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40 thoughts on “I Knew A Man

    1. I don’t know what to say to that, other than to me this is very personal. Do you know anyone that has looked someone in the eye and killed them?
      I don’t believe the man/boy that was killed wanted to die. He never had the chance to have children. My father did, me. That is my correlation and my point. I do feel a burden.
      I am sorry that you don’t understand my point of view.

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      1. Do you know anyone that has looked someone in the eye and killed them?

        Yes I do. I’m from an army family.

        I also know someone who killed his own wife with a knife. Up close and very personal. He was found unfit to plea and spent 12 years in a prison hospital. Politicians, journalists and forensic psychologists all declared he was too dangerous to ever be released, but he was. He’s been a model citizen ever since and has devoted much of his life to supporting victims of crime and helping released prisoners reintegrate into their communities.

        I don’t pretend to understand the factors that caused any of them to do either the ‘bad’ things they did or the ‘good’ things. Their lives and experiences are beyond my ken, as are those of their victims and beneficiaries. It’s not up to me to forgive or condemn them nor ask others to do so. I’m too busy trying to come to grips with the morality of my own actions.

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      2. BTW, a very high profile criminologist and forensic psychologist was among those who called for my friend to be locked up for life. He also went to great lengths to help another friend of mine, a convicted bank robber, obtain a university degree, get a job and turn his life around.

        About fifteen years ago I confronted that criminologist at a public forum and asked him if he’d changed his view of my friend, the wife killer, in view of his exemplary post-release record. He said he had, he said he’d got it completely wrong and was unstinting in his praise of my friend, all in front of a large audience. Nonetheless he still expressed supreme confidence in the tools he used to assess the dangerousness of those he profiled.

        Last year that criminologist was convicted of historic sex offences against a particularly vulnerable girl who was less than 12 years old at the time. According to her victim’s impact statement they continue to have a profound effect upon her. The offences were committed before my friend killed his wife but were unreported and unsuspected until fairly recently. He was sentenced to 18 months but was released after six.

        Did that man have the right to condemn my friend when he was in prison?
        Did he have the right to forgive him after he was released?
        How good are any of the tools we use to judge the culpability of others?

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    2. You’ve made valid points, and I understand what you are trying to say. Still, on a personal level. I can not help how I feel about this. I don’t disrespect my father, I just disrespect the act of shooting someone in the back. I am sure he was angered by what he saw, and had to go through. His mindset was, kill the enemy. That is essentially a revenge killing.
      Since you come from am Army background, I think you would know there are rules for the detention of prisoners, they can’t arbitrarily be followed one time and not another.
      I am sure there have been many people that killed others and did their time and were decent people.
      I don’t even know what to say, other than this affected me, and always will.
      I disagree with you about the forgiveness. Why can’t I?

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    3. Hi Grevisangel73 and Cabrogal,

      The occurrence and the nature of wars and conflicts invariably raise more questions than there are answers. As Jane Goodall found out, our closest relatives, the chimpanzees, also wage wars against each other. According to some estimates, the largest global trade is the sale of arms and weapons.

      I concur with the many cogent points and critical issues raised by Grevisangel73 in the post. In addition, I applaud the author for the wise and judicious choice of concluding the post with some excellent and pertinent quotations, which echo and encapsulate the wretchedness of war, violence, tribalism and jingoism quite well.

      Those who are interested in knowing more about quotations will find my latest post highly relevant. It is available at https://soundeagle.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/the-quotation-fallacy/

      Happy October to all of you!

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      1. Hi Soundeagle thank you very much for your follow and for your comment. What you said means a lot and I am glad to have connected with someone whose views are well thought out, sincere and weighed with a deep understanding.
        I knew this post would be controversial, but the point I wanted to make was, if people with disagreements could talk to each other face to face, as one human being to another, if they were not influenced by the Nationalism, opposing religious views, and were on the same socioeconomic plane, maybe they could see each other as worthy, they would see themselves in their foe.
        We too often react without thinking things through or asking questions, we are to easily influenced. No one takes accountability.
        I will check out your page. Thanks again.

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  1. I get where you’re coming from. It’s a burden you feel is yours, by proxy, basically. I think you personalized it internally because the subject of the story is your own father.
    Your story is probably very similar to many children of soldiers. Many may not have told their families what happened over there and have issues because of it.
    I never asked my dad if he’d killed anyone while in the service. I only heard funny stories like when he was in Scotland and failed the driving test, as they are one the other side of the road. And the Air Force always got the steak and the Army got the hamburger…
    I often wonder if I had to sign up for the draft and be sent to war. Would I just sit and refuse to fight? I can’t say I would. If I was in a situation like that…. I don’t know…. I surely would not commit suicide. Its a scary thing.
    I just wish you peace.

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    1. Thanks, I knew this piece would cause controversy. It was just something I feel I had to let out. IHe told me the reasons why he did it, but I never agreed with them. I know I shouldn’t judge someone in that situation. I would not want to be in it myself. That is why I am against war. Both sides were told the other side was the enemy. Had they not been enemies, maybe they could have been friends and realized that life was worth more than the reasons we are given to fight.
      I know we were attacked, so that was the powder keg, that set off the hatred. These decisions are all made by politicians, leaders, and businessmen.
      There’s always going to be wars because there will be times when people are forced to move due to circumstances such as famines and socio-economic purposes. People will fight for simple survival. There are no easy answers.
      I heard a lot of stories, there were funny ones too. I don’t know why he was so vocal in talking about the darker things.
      I appreciate the comment and respect you for reading and not judging my actions and feelings. I knew this would be a very touchy subject.

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    2. Grevisangel73, great topic – & Midwestern Plant Girl, as well as the rest who’ve commented here, I appreciate the honesty & thorough consideration. I think these things go beyond kids taking on guilt by proxy.

      I think it has to do with kids unwittingly benefitting from the crimes of their parents, & then having to decide how to live. For instance, Bernie Maddoff’s kids benefitted from their father’s stealing — the benefits that riches bring, including college and more …

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      1. Very good point, da-AL!
        I don’t know how I would deal with it if after being sent to the best schools, having upstanding sources of care, large homes to live… and then find out my dad acquired it all by robbing innocent folks, to which they now lived in poverty? I’d be on a psych’s couch for years! 😉 Granted, its not the kids fault, they didn’t know where daddy’s money was coming from…
        I’d be very angry with my parent.
        Hopefully, enough that I would try to give back to my community.
        This is a pretty good topic to discuss! I’ll have to see how Bernie’s kids turned out!

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      2. uh, oh – one of them committed suicide. really, the sins of parents can be so burdensome in so many ways. for all the things I longed for as a kid, at least I don’t have quandary of what to do with my ill-gotten riches.

        would hate to be Trump’s kids …

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      3. Oh my! I did not know about the suicide! So sad.
        I’m not that up on news, it depresses me too much.
        Yes, I couldn’t imagine being able to have ANYTHING I wanted. You’d never have to work for anything and that robs you of the experience. Like the saying… it’s not the destination, its the journey. Those rich kids miss the journey. 😔

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  2. I think the message of this song addresses the same message I was attempting to make. Individual responsibility, and accountability. This is a cover version of the originally, written by Buffy-Sainte Marie, more than 50 years ago, but just as relevant today, with updated lyrics.

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    1. Thanks so much Adam, I really appreciate your kind comment and thoughts.They mean a lot on this piece.
      I have struggled with this story for a long time. I was worried about the backlash that I may get from presenting my stance. The people that disagree with it, do not get the point I was trying to make.The argument they offer is what I am trying to address from a different perspective, maybe it is naive one, to expect people to accept one another and live in harmony, there always has to be chaos.
      You stated it very well.
      Thanks again.

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      1. You’ve done well – conveying the personal conflicts faced by those entangled in national conflicts. The mix of images and personal insight into the famously horrific exercises of US and empirical troops during the death of WW2. I wonder what difference it would have made if more conscripts (who were, after all, forced into fighting) tried to say no? One or a dozen can easily be dealt with by the decision makers… but what of a hundred or a thousand all contemplated the unwinability of their actions; coupled with an understanding that the state rely on theses individuals to do what they’re told ‘for the greater good’ on both sides.
        Sadly we are likely to continue to ponder these opportunities long into the afterlife, as states continue to need individual sacrifice to prove their worth as a whole.
        Hope it’s helped you to lay this out on the page. Thanks.

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      2. Adam,
        Thanks again, and I say this with the deepest appreciation and gratitude. I think you said it so much better than I did. My intent was to make this about an individual, and the impact of one person. If it could begin with one, maybe it could be understood by more, the folly of capitulation of ones self to leaders, whose self-interest and gains, are the ones that ultimately benefit, while the ones facing the bullets, lay down their lives with their self sacrifice. This also applies to religion, which has been a major source of division, between people and countries. You really understood the point I was trying to make. Most I am afraid will miss it. It makes me feel sad, but maybe there’s a glimmer of hope that we can. It may be a utopian dream or prove to be fruitless, but it is one path we should at least consider and contemplate.

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      3. There needs to be more of this sort of conversation. Often I’ve heard vets say they’d never want anyone else to have to endure. If only they’d known in advance …

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  3. I am from the Philippines, your father’s comrades once defended our land against the Japanese. Many of them now lies in a cemetery that is near my home. I will write a blogpost about that place because I found an inspiration through this wonderful post. I hope I can do it in a few days time.

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    1. Thank you for your words, they mean a lot to me. It is a satisfying feeling to know that my work has inspired someone. I would like to read your post when you finish it. Could you please send me a link? I may not be able to see it otherwise. My address is KthStefani@aol.com I look forward to reading it. Let
      s hope we never have to go through another period of history like that.

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  4. Thanks, Da-AL, you bring up some interesting points, that I had not considered before. I do realise that the circumstances that I detail in this story, no way condone what happened at Pearl Harbor. I should have mentioned that, but again, those guys were told to do it, they wanted to do it, because they didn’t know any better. They get swept away by the fervour of the propaganda and rhetoric. It may just be that we as humans are unable to rise against our primitive survivalist nature.
    That makes me sad to contemplate that we are not able to conquer those instincts. We are by far the most savage animals

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  5. I agree with you Da-Al, but it’s such an unpleasant and passionate topic. It’s best kept swept under the rug, while there are so many soldiers that suffer a lifetime of PTSD, not to mention the untold death count. I probably expect some kind of utopian paradise where everything and everyone lives in peace and harmony. I’m afraid it won’t happen in the near future.

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  6. Midwestern Plant Girl. Da-Al is right about Madoff, his son hung himself I believe. I don’t know what the circumstances were. If he was in collusion with his dad, or he just felt guilty. I am not sure how many kids Madoff had and how they felt about it. I would say they were probably used to living the good life, and never wanted for anything, so maybe they didn’t feel any remorse over what their dad had done, but I am sure it affected them in terms of relationships with business dealings, other family members and friends There’s an HBO movie coming out with Robert DeNiro playing him. I know they aren’t always accurate in their portrayal or maybe they sensationalise aspects of it.

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  7. I’m not sure if Trump kids are aware of what happens in the real world. They all have had a life of privilege. I don’t think any of them would trade places with say, a plumber father. Listening to his two sons talk, I just see a lesser image of their father, and as for Ivanka she tries to seem like an every day, middle-class mom, but between her wealth and her husbands, it’s close to a billion dollars. I don’t see any of them wanting to give that up.

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  8. Midwestern Plant Girl, The one song hung himself, supposedly he had attempted a suicide before trying to overdose on pills. The other son died of cancer I believe. From what I remember, and I don’t know how true it was. One or both of the sons turned him in, and they were furious with him. For a long time, they didn’t talk to their mother.I don’t know how they could not have known what he was doing. They should have been born poor or middle class and they may have found contentment.
    You are right about the journey, you can’t really know the feeling of fulfilment, not having travelled your own way, and made your own mark.

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  9. Da-Al, I agree with you. I have been poor all my life. I have always appreciated and valued simple things. I don’t need to live an ostentatious and lavish lifestyle. Let’s use Trump’s kids as an example think it would be hard for them to adjust to a life without all their money. They have no idea how it feels to have to worry about bills, feeding the family, having a home and transportation. I do believe people are happier when they feel they have earned what they have. That being said, I wouldn’t mind a couple of million. I’d be happy with a hundred.

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  10. I’m not sure what one says to this. One can only guess what was running through your father’s mind before he pulled the trigger on the boy. I am not defending or judging. Shellshocked, mind unclear, he did what he could never undo and lived with it the rest of his life. That may have been punishment enough. I don’t know.

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    1. It’s hard to come to terms with it, at least for me. I know it’s hard for me to know what was going through his mind, especially under the circumstances. My whole point of the piece was to try to paint war as an act that is initiated and controlled by forces that had certain agendas, that the participants were led to believe they were fighting for right, both sides are told that. They are being used, they are pawns. Who really wins? I know I am not explaining it they way I want to, I should be able to, but it’s really hard after writing it. I twas draining.

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    1. Thanks so much effcaa, I think it’s a subject that makes people uncomfortable. We’re told the norms of acceptability don’t apply to war. If they did, we would not have any war. If the combatants on both sides realized they were being used for someone else’s agenda, maybe they would think more before just losing all humanity so quickly and not be so willing to kill and die, for what?
      I really feel it is important for people to think before they give into their passions. war has been around since the beginning of humankind. I would have hoped we would have evolved further at this point, but we have not, and that is sad.
      I appreciate your comments. I had mixed reactions to this piece, but I expected that.

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    1. Thanks so much. It isn’t my typical writing fare. It was just something that had been weighing heavy on me for years. I don’t know if I have another one in me like that, but I have some ideas floating around. I just haven’t been devoting as much time to writing as I would like. Thanks again
      I submitted this to my writing group and the reviews were mixed about how I felt, but I am glad someone was moved by it.

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