Of Battle and Men

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.
--Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

pretty-grimm-ones-too:

  1. Calling soldiers heroes overlooks the atrocities of their war crimes and crimes against humanity.
  2. Rarely would someone call a German soldier in WWII a war hero, mostly because we associate the Nazis with things “not” heroic.
  3. Did you know that the allies perpetrated countless crimes against humanity and war crimes against the German population?
  4. How can we call the allies “war heroes” when they perpetrated some of the same crimes as Nazi Germany?
  5. What is a “war hero?”

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pretty-grimm-ones-too:

By perpetuating the idea that there are “war heroes” we participating in a cycle which overlooks the crimes these armies have perpetrated. 

There are few that know that the Allies participated in multiple genocides during and following WWII. Massive amounts of ethnic Germans were expelled from their homes and forced into mainland Germany. The German population was purposefully starved into submission.

The Soviet state slaughtered perhaps even more than the Nazi state with habitual ethnic cleansing that continued well after the war.

Both of these are overlooked because: there could be no sympathy for Germany and the Allies must not be associated with war crimes/crimes against humanity.

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Remember!

Check your sources! I’ve seen quite a few shopped photos on my dash as of late! Be constantly vigilant!

reparations

Жди меня, и я вернусь.
Только очень жди,
Жди, когда наводят грусть
Желтые дожди,
Жди, когда снега метут,
Жди, когда жара,
Жди, когда других не ждут,
Позабыв вчера.
Жди, когда из дальних мест
Писем не придет,
Жди, когда уж надоест
Всем, кто вместе ждет.

Жди меня, и я вернусь,
Не желай добра
Всем, кто знает наизусть,
Что забыть пора.
Пусть поверят сын и мать
В то, что нет меня,
Пусть друзья устанут ждать,
Сядут у огня,
Выпьют горькое вино
На помин души…
Жди. И с ними заодно
Выпить не спеши.

Жди меня, и я вернусь,
Всем смертям назло.
Кто не ждал меня, тот пусть
Скажет: - Повезло.
Не понять, не ждавшим им,
Как среди огня
Ожиданием своим
Ты спасла меня.
Как я выжил, будем знать
Только мы с тобой,-
Просто ты умела ждать,
Как никто другой.

—Konstantin Simonov, Wait For Me (via ofbattleandmen)

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