A deeply heartfelt essay on the cost of war in the last century, by Sue Vincent. The price is immeasurable.
Paper poppies bloom, as fragile as the lives they represent. Every year it is the same, I try to find some way of saying what is in my heart and the words will not come. I was not there, I have no right to speak of war and its atrocities. I have not seen it with my own eyes. I have never aimed a gun at another human being and been faced with the choice whether to kill or be killed. I have not tried to sleep in cold mud made from the earth of a foreign land mingled with the blood of my comrades. I have not lost my child to war.
I have no right to speak, but nor have I the right to remain silent when the price of my freedom to speak was so high. I have a duty to my own conscience and to all…
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nice post👌👌
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Thank you for stopping by. Sue wrote a beautiful memorial. All of the credit goes to her.
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Oh that’s cool👍
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Sue’s words are powerful and moving, Michelle, and I also truly hope “there is a better way.” Thanks for sharing. ❤
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My pleasure, Lauren. ❤❤
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Sue penned this so beautifully and her message begged to be shared. Thanks for reading.
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This is a wonderful share and a poignant reminder.
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If only the political leaders of the world could read it and remember that their decisions impact the lives of so many.
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Lovely choice to share, Michelle. Hugs on the wing.
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Sue’s essay really moved me. Hugs to you, Teagan.
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Thank you for sharing, Michelle.
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Thanks for reading.
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