All along Eastern Parkway in Brooklyn there are plaques remembering individual American soldiers that died in the Great War. WW1. I grew up along that stretch, and passed these memorials during my grammar school days.
In spring back when patriotism was open, and common. The Nuns would bring us out to place flowers in front of many of the trees, and plaques.
That tradition, and others like it died during the Vietnam Era. That's when the Veterans Parades, and marches fell out of favor never to come back.
Pity. A real shame, and pity that.
Because we don't know how to mourn, and respect the fallen anymore. The Left vilifies them as dupes, and the right waves their bones around for narrow partisan reasons.
Neither really cares about the living veterans, and their serious needs. One look at the number of Homeless or imprisoned Vets tells the whole story.
Aw hell ain't we something.
On the upside something good once happened concerning them plaques. (Btw I took the snaps above last spring.) Back in the 1970's during a heroin epidemic. Many of the above brass plaques were ripped out of their concrete bases by junkies.
This to sell for pennies to feed their tragic habits. Anyway many of the scrap jobbers saw what these were, and after a time the returned them to the City Parks Department.
Most of the plaques were recovered.
The City held onto them for near 20 years till it was safe to re-set them in front of their trees. Quietly with no press or fanfare they put them all back. I actually witnessed some of the restoration.
This was a good thing. A very good thing.
Bless them jobbers, and the City for doing the right thing. Bless, and G-dess heal them poor junkies that still live.
Stay Tuned.
Другой очень плохой перевод
На Восточном Бульваре в Бруклине - мемориальные правления, помня индивидуального американца солдаты, которые умерли в Большой войне. WW1. Я рос на той степени, и передал эти памятные даты в течение моих дней после школы. Весной назад, когда патриотизм был открытым, и обычным. Преподаватели сделали бы нас, чтобы поместить цветы передо многими из деревьев, и мемориальных правлений. Та традиция, и другие, поскольку это умерло в пределах вьетнамской военной Эры. Парады Ветеранов, и маршей имеют в немилости, чтобы никогда не возвратиться. Жалость. Фактический позор, и жалость это. Поскольку мы не знаем, как нести траур, и уважать мертвого.
Eine schlechte Übersetzung
Der Große Krieg
Die ganze Zeit ist die Ostparkanlage in Brooklyn dort Plaquen, die sich an individuelle Soldaten erinnern, die im Großen Krieg starben. WW1. Ich wuchs in Brooklyn auf, und passierte diese Memoiren während meiner Schultage. Vor langer Zeit, als Patriotismus populär war. Lehrer würden uns herausbringen, um Blumen vor vielen der Bäume, und Plaquen zu legen. Diese Tradition, und andere wie es starben während des Krieges von Vietnam. Es ist, als die Veteranparaden aus der Bevorzugung fielen, um nie zurückzukommen. Mitleid. Eine echte Scham. Weil wir nicht wissen, wie man betrauert, und die Toten mehr respektiert.
No comments:
Post a Comment