A repost from my old gallery.. Not a planned post....spontaneous. Yesterday i experienced a fine piece of work, from an artist called BarryJeffer. And yet once more... i realized how much, war.. bring endless suffering amongst humans. After feeling Seth's post... i knew instinctively that i had to post my dead mother's tribute again. World War II...it cost 56 million human lives, of people from 29 different countries. Most people..want to forget about it....just learn by the mistakes made...And avoid repeating them...except for the politicians we elect, of course. Doing my mother's memorial, makes it inevitable for me to talk about World War II... Because it had a massive impact on her life, through 64 years(1939-2003). This is an appreciation and tribute to my mother(1921 to 2003). This is also a dedication to all germans, americans and englishmen.. and everyone else that advocate against all wars. Because my stand on that matter is... that every war, is one war too many. I will tell you here, why i took this stand, many years ago, and why i will never change it. My mother was a freelance nurse in Copenhagen during World War II(1939-1945). She witnessed many cruelties... more than most normal people can handle mentally. The bombing of the french Jeanne D'arc school, and the Shell House is only a few of them. If anyone should come to Copenhagen they have the option of seeing, the memorial in front of the Jeanne D'arc School, for the 123 killed civilians, of which 87 was children. The bombing of the school was accidental... and that happen in all wars. But it doesn't make it any better. Seeing things like that happen... the sound of it... the feeling of broken glass, in a diameter of several kilometers... treating the wounded... covering up the bodies of a lot of children, and danish freedom fighters... How would that feel to a young nurse.......? My mother was also arrested and interrogated several times by the Gestapo... For her possible connection to an officer among the danish freedom fighters. This young man literally died in her arms. They figured she might have gotten some valuable secrets from him. So they went hard on her to be sure she told everything worth knowing... What did that do, to a 24 year old woman.......? She never forgot these incidents... they were burned into her memory for the next 57 years. It was a hard and difficult burden, but it was her cross, to bear.. She had sleeping problems for the next 57 years... some times she cried at night... a light depression now and then. But i think my father's love for her... made it much more painless than it could have been. As a child.. i did not understand why she would cry sometimes... but i learned during growth. Even aged 80.. she could tell in scary details how the young danish freedom fighters died in her arms. How their pulse became slower... how their breath became heavier.. and how it felt to hold them... In that second when their heart stopped beating... I always listened patiently... because i knew it was her way of handeling the pain and traume. But it was scary to listen to...believe me.. Unfortunately... worldwide incompetent politicians still start wars for all the wrong reasons.... Therefore it is our obligation as earth citizens.. to elect politicians with our hearts... not with our wallets. So maybe we should do that...Before the next World War starts....:) Anyway.. my mother finally found peace in her tormented soul, december 11.th 2003. It took almost 58 years before World War II finally ended...for her. This documentary might feel tough to some.... but try to imagine how it would feel to experience it. My mother's picture in the upper right corner is a scan of an old picture taken in the late 1940's. This is the story about how one war, affected one life through 64 years, night and day. Anyway... if you can feel this.. you know you are alive. To be a whole person...We need to be able to laugh..and cry.