This was posted on Flotz FB page by Ken Mary I don't know if anyone wants to read this but Ken went to the trouble of writing it so it's probably worth sharing on his behalf.
NO WAR
My family knows something about the hardships civilians face in a war. My grandfather, grandmother, mother, and my aunts and uncles were living in Poland during WWII. Of the 70 million people that perished in that war, 50 million were civilians.
My grandfather saw many war atrocities. He saw people lined up in the streets and executed. My grandmother collapsed onto the ground and pulled her hair out mourning the loss of her friends. Their oldest son died in my grandfather's arms of appendicitis since no doctors were available. He heard both Hitler and Stalin speak on the radio, and would have been shot for having that radio if found out. At one point during the war, renegade Russian soldiers entered my grandfather’s home, held the family at gunpoint, threatened to shoot him and took all the food, blankets, and supplies the family had to live on. My mother, who was five years old, remembers all of this clearly and suffered PTSD as a result. My grandmother made grass soup to help them all survive, and so parasites were in their dietary tracts.
By the hand of God, they survived that war. My grandfather was able to emigrate to the US with my mother and three of the other kids. They sailed to NYC and arrived at Ellis Island. My mother didn’t speak English, and all the family possessed was in the suitcases they carried.
My grandfather left my grandmother on their farm in Poland with one of my aunts and one of my uncles. When the iron curtain came down, my grandmother, aunt and uncle were stuck under communist rule for seven years. Soldiers came to the farm and the communist government seized the property and sent them into the streets. Without relatives in the country, they may have perished. Finally, after years of letters to government agencies from both countries, the day came when they were able to leave Poland and emigrate to the US.
My grandmother took a cab ride once she arrived in NYC. When she saw a NYC police officer walking on the street, she frantically ducked down to the floor of the cab. In communist Poland, being seen by the police could result in some very “uncomfortable” situations, including your being taken away for an indeterminate amount of time.
As the first generation born in this country, I have a deep appreciation for the safety and opportunity the United States provided. In less than one full generation living in the US, my family thrived. My mother, unable to even speak English when she arrived, received her masters degree. I won’t list the rest of my families accomplishments, but they are extensive. I cannot think of another country in the world that would have provided my family with those opportunities. The US literally saved their lives, and thus mine.
My heart goes out to the civilians of the Ukraine. I cannot even imagine the horror that is happening there. I did see video of a tank crushing a car with an old man inside. These are people, not “military targets,” and there is no excuse for this kind of behavior from any soldier.
Most people in the US just cannot relate to what’s going on there. I do only because of my family’s history. What I heard growing up makes one understand how fragile life is, and how quickly world events can sweep away your reality, your security, your possessions, your friends… everything. Please pray for the people of the Ukraine and for peace.