tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post898008603639623764..comments2024-03-24T11:30:08.199-07:00Comments on Can you believe?: On not waiting for a brush with deathJohan Maurerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771067774042071617noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post-56255902230128509302021-10-30T22:57:27.442-07:002021-10-30T22:57:27.442-07:00I accept your definition of our job -- to stop the...I accept your definition of our job -- to stop the chain in our generation. Thank you.<br /><br />One of the stories my mother told was the job assigned to children during the incendiary raids. While the elders were in their shelters, children were supposed to snuff out unexploded phosphorus bombs with their buckets of sand.<br /><br />I have to add that my mother was not always the most reliable of reporters.Johan Maurerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13771067774042071617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post-18519293727918694112021-10-15T13:11:22.833-07:002021-10-15T13:11:22.833-07:00I don't see why you should repent of the descr...I don't see why you should repent of the descriptions, which are truthful accounts of what happened. Perhaps a bit more mercy. Yes, there are chains of causality which can go back generations. As far as possible, our moreal job is to stop the chain in our generation, so that we do not inflict the harm done us onto the next generation. <br /><br />You story of your mother in Japan rang a bell: my former sister-in-law's mother was strafed by Russian airplanes when fleeing from Silesia in a cart behind a tractor at the end of 1944, seven months pregnant with my former sister-in-law. The latter carries the psychological wounds to this day, and my brother largely failed to shield his son, my nephew, from them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08700970021621646369noreply@blogger.com