My Life- My War- World War 2

About the Book

Wars are started by a person or persons and are usually a quest for power for a person or a group of people and they don’t really care how many people are killed nor how many families are losing a father, mother or brothers or whole families and their relatives. Sometimes, it is necessary to start a war by a peaceful nation against countries tat are harming and have the publically displayed their intentions to extend their borders by taking land from established country’s land and people. This I would consider declaring a war to be the only necessary solution to the problem----but still a war with people getting maimed and killed. In World War One---Germany was the problem----once again lust for power. I wasn’t even thought of at that period of time----in fact, I hadn’t even arrived on the scene at that point of time. But, think about it for a moment-----there’s not one inch of land that has increased in size in those thousands of years of civilization and wars. I was a training in Camp Blanding in Florida---we could look in any direction and there was a sign posted in large letters------“Kill or Be Killed”----“Kill or Be Killed”. We were just 18 or 19 year old kids--------think about it--------“Kill or Be Killed”—what an education—but necessary to imprint it inside our young brains. It gave us young kids a reason to become killers-----hesitate for a second and you’re dead. Back then in training, we used to repeat over and over was that wars were necessary to “Decrease The Surplus Population”--------It is most certainly a true statement.

About the Author

Veterans of World War 2 are at the age where they are dying at the rate of thousands each and every week. My dad lived to a healthy one hundred and one years and playing his beloved violin to a couple of days before he passed away------ I am trying to keep up this family tradition. This is the year 2010 and this coming June, I will be arriving at 86 years of age. My story is briefly covering lightly, my last two years of high school indicating how the approaching war was affecting our thoughts regarding our future lives or if we might actually have a future life------and the possibility that there would be no future lives for so many of our young  men and women. Then again briefly to Business College, the-----Bay Pathe Institure of Commerce----- which was cut short when “Uncle Sam” notified me, sort of inviting me to join him in the War-----OK, they drafted me-----to stop both Germany and Japan in their attempt to more or less take over the world. Fortunately, I returned from the war in good condition unlike so many thousands tat returned maimed and broken or their lives were cut short in their young years and never did return except in a casket. My cousin, Chester’s life was cut short on the very last day of the war, in Regensburg, Germany and is buried in a military cemetery in North Western France. Life is a precious gift and it’s terrible shame to have it wasted just because some people want to gain control over more people.