The kindest mother to heal that dream is for the world a "Dancing Queen." Beauty is the enemy of sorrow.
It was the middle of the night.......
And the rain was falling.......
Four bodies lay in the mud....
And I who was never in the military was in command.
The young soldier came to me...puzzled.
"I don't understand," he said.
"Was the man I killed a soldier -- or a civilian?"
We walked over to examine the body -- half buried in the mud.
The flapless pistol holster on the dead was not military issue.
We could feel the rain come down.
The dead man's faceless face was covered with mud.
"Did I do the right thing?" asked the trembling young soldier. "Who was he?"
I had no answer...
The young man looked up at me -- with a touch of fear.
He was shaking -- and held himself from breaking down.
"I guess war is doing what you don't want to do," he said.
He then walked out of my bedroom and left through the dining room door.
I was alone with the rain and mud -- and receeding images of the dead...
So I thought of a woman I care about.
And rose to write this blog.
Later I found the U Tube segment on the World War II vet above.
And, yes, the kindest mother in that dream is for the world a "Dancing Queen."
And beauty is the enemy of sorrow
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