Out of the Ashes

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What a sight! The morning after a bombing raid on the 8th October 1940, a lone boy sits reading a copy of 'The History of London.' He looks rather comfortable too. I suppose it was just a normal thing to do -books lying around in the rubble -someone may as well read them. It's an unusual sight today though isn't it? And WW2 was thought to be the war to end all wars. But when you pay attention to the news and what's happening in Syria now, after Iraq, Afghanistan etc, it's almost like a continuous war that's gradually spreading across the Middle East. If only there was some other way. . .

Just the other day there was a news flash picturing an adult male with a gun, alongside a boy with a gun. This boy appeared to be no more than about 12 to me -very much like my youngest son, and here he is fighting alongside the rebels in Syria. He was pictured very distressed as one of the men had just been killed in front of him. It was a man he knew and was fighting alongside. All I could think of was that I'm so glad my son has a 'normal' childhood. It's so tragic that children are involved in bloody battles and it's not just Syria. Look at the history of civil war in Africa -even today children are recruited to carry arms and fight. And we are powerless to end it. What kind of future are we bestowing upon the younger generation and future generations to come?



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  1. Alex19 July 2012 at 13:57

    It looks like we have a lot in common. This is one of my very favorite photos from WWII, I think because it just embodies that carry on spirit so well.
    I am so glad we found each other.

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  2. Suzy Henderson19 July 2012 at 14:02

    Hi Alex. Thanks for visiting and for leaving a fabulous comment. It does indeed look like we have much in common and I look forward to catching up with you over at book blogs as well. All the best.

    Suzy

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