Let us stop -- and remember
posted by Aussiegirl @ 12:51 PM
Monday, May 30, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aussiegirl
I am a naturalized Ukrainian-American, fortunate enough to have been admitted to this great land as an immigrant. My personal history is the spur for this blog. My parents lived through the Ukrainian Genocidal Famine of 1933, survived years of Communist persecution, fled to the West, endured forced labor in Nazi Germany, and following liberation, ended up in Allied internment camps fighting forced repatriation to the Soviet Union under the Yalta Agreement. Their courageous struggle to bring our family to freedom, first to Australia, then to America, and their example of unflinching faithfulness to truth and honor, have left an indelible impression on me. My parents did not save me from Communism and Nazism for me to go gently into dhimmitude or slavery. Hence my passion and my mission to expose threats to freedom and democracy wherever they are found. This blog is a testament to their courage and my small gift to their heroism. ***ADDENDUM*** Aussiegirl, my wife, Helen, passed away on January 13, 2007. I shall continue her blog to allow access to her archives.***David
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1 Comments:
Aussiegirl, thanks so much for posting this beautiful photo. As your somber title reminds us, we must remember that ultimately it is the soldier, with his life--and with his death--who keeps us free, not the politician signing yet another treaty, or shaking hands with another politician. Look again at the photo: it's sunset in Iraq, a dirty sky obscuring a yellow sun, the flat horizon of the desert, and a Stars and Stripes with a tear at the bottom, the result of a bullet. The soldier is saluting the flag, and thinking to himself that he's survived yet another day to face the enemy yet again the next day, and the next, and the next. And let's be honest, we think to ourselves as we look at the photo (and perhaps he's thinking the same thing): let it all have been worth this torn flag and this weary soldier!
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