Thursday, July 17, 2014
Watching the news. Thinking of my mother. When I was a child she told me about the Korean War. She knows what it's like to have school cancelled or hide under the stairs at home because bombs are dropping out of the sky. She knows what it's like to have classmates killed by stray ordinance. She knows what it's like to lose your home, be forced to move, have your family life disrupted. I don't know any of that. I hope I never know. I hope my son never knows. And I wish everyone else in the world could be spared that knowledge as well.