Never again
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais.
(Holocaust Memorial Day, February, 27 January.)
(Did we learn. WW2 was the last war. How many massacres since? How many people murdered for their religion, color and sexual preference? Today is to remember the Jews, Gypsies and handicap people killed by hate. Never again. Words forgotten and need to be remembered. One planet and one earth.)
(The old man spoke with tears.
Told me it must never happen again.
He told me he watched his brothers and parent walk into death arms.
He could not do anything.)
I was sitting alone at the train station in Stuttgart in 1978.
A old man sat at my table and offered his hand.
I took it and asked what does he want?
He told me. “On this day 33 years ago.
A American soldier broke down the wall of the concentration camp.
Picked him off the floor and held him. ”
The soldier hand fed him because he was too weak to feed himself.
The soldier took care of him for three months.
He was very weak and never asked the soldier name.
He wanted to thank a American.
By buying a American Soldier a meal today.
He showed me his mark.
A tattoo he held proudly.
Forced numbers put on men and woman showing they were Jews.
I told him. “Please sit with me.
I would be honor to eat with him.”
I listen to stories of good times and bad.
Tears came to his old eyes when he told me.
How they separate him from his family at the train station.
He never saw them again.
His family made the mistake of hoping for common sense and sanity.
He never saw them again.
He was lucky being strong and young.
He went to work camps in Germany.
He lived in Switzerland now.
He learn to appreciate everyday being alive.
He whispered ” I still don’t understand the hate for us from the Germans.”
I said very little.
I had great respect for this man.
He taught me what we can endure to stay alive.
His last words stays with me.
As he shook my hand.
His eyes filled with tears.
Told me.
“I pray everyday this Never again happens again.
Nie Wieder.”
He left me sitting alone.
Thinking how hateful and cold this world can be.
Coyote
A poignant story John. How often the world seems to forget; war and hatred continue on and on. I hold hope for the future that this will change, conciousness is changing and the warmongers of the world cannot exist without the aid of the common man. The common man is changing 🙂
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I hope the common man learn before it is too late. I pray for wise leaders.
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Yes John may we never forget!
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Had been repeated often. Africa and Asia had try to erase races and belief. I wonder if we can overcome the need for violence.
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😉 Sadly humans being humans nothing will never change.
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Thank you for sharing him.
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A Poet on the Writer’s Cafe wrote about this day. I had to re-blog.
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It was a good one John.
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