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Posted By: Helmut On: 31 May 2012 At: 6:42pm
I tried to talk our pastor into sharing St.Andrew’s Remembrance Garden a few years ago.
He told me, no, most of us want to generally forget all about it.
Being a Hun and loosing two wars makes for a different perspective, I suppose, but in my mind it is Human Beings we are talking about. But we in Germany seem to be sadly unable to differentiate. That much for a nation of Poets and Thinkers.
My mother’s first marriage went awry, so it took me some years to check out that family bible. I had always known that that grandfather had not come back, dying a few days before the end, making my father a broken child and a broken man, with disastrous results.
For years I tried to hunt down the quoted grave site, but it took ages to work out via the www (finally having arrived), that my father had misquoted the location.
Referring to Kriegsgräberfürsorge (our rather less patriotic and nowadays very low level War Graves Commission) I discovered that only the year before (!) his actual remains had been found and moved to a central graveyard.
No way I could put up a little cross at a remembrance site, we just don’t do it, our places of Remembrance having ever so slowly having morphed into places of forgetting, usually forgetting the places themselves in the process, and otherwise remembering out Guilt Eternal only.
Well, I suppose this autumn I will just do it and rig up a little cross and set it up in front of our local “universal remembrance” cross.
Posted By: Helmut On: 4 Jun 2012 At: 12:40pm
When we were very young,
There was just a single photo,
Of him who died just before the end of the war.
Grandfather who never was,
How much I hated your son !
For what mum and I suffered.
Little did I know he was a broken man
Because you were never there.
Now they tell me of
Our Guilt Eternal,
That nobody wants to remember you and your friends,
Because you are the Eternal Evil Incarnate.
But to him you should have been a father,
A grandfather to me.
I do not remember your photo,
And I only just worked out where you died.
Late in my life I will now try and remember
You.