~during the 1956 Revolution/Uprising in Hungary~ the Magyar were made many promises by western allies for support that did not come through~ in the interim~opposing nation developed an insidious method for projected genocide through loading dolls with explosives and dropping them over small villages and towns attached to parachutes to entice the wonder of young girls~ explosion was triggered through pressure~ little girls will automatically embrace dolls tightly~it's a maternal thing~ and the explosives would be set off~ mother watched her friend deccimated~ she kept that bow for a long time~ she kept the memory even longer~
war is not one dimensional~ she now tells these tales to my daughters as well~ where do we learn our ethics?~ inside the tales of those who still remember~
what a world~
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This is a story I had never heard before and I would never imagine of war general thinking of a plot to stick bombs in dolls then drop them in towns for children to explode. What kind of mind thinks in terms of life and death like this. I have heard of some horrible methods to kill someone but this one has to take the cake. I can't imagine someone thinking of this and to actually do it. This was never shared in my American History class shame on my teachers!
I don't know what else to say about this horror, except of course your writing is grand and your efforts to share these teachings with us that was once shared with you is greatly appreciated.
There is a special circle in hell for the monster who devised this heinous plan.
Thank you for so eloquently sharing a part of history the entire world should know.
The odd thing is, this makes clear an episode from my childhood, I was about four, so that would be about right, a neighbor lady we called Mrs L. had emigrated to the US from Hungary after WWII. She used to come over with letters smuggled out and tell my Mother about how her brothers and sister still in Hungary were doing. One day she came to my Mothersobbing as if her heart had broken, and it had. There were no more smuggled letters and Mrs L never spoke of the "Old Country: again.
That night my Mother told me I could not ask Mrs L what had happened to make her sad. Thank you for giving my past context.
when the social fabric is torn away and the bestial selfish motives of lesser men are bared it is shocking. The depth of dementia required to demoralize ones enemy by destroying their children is but one more sad lessen in the seemingly endless parade of mans inhumanity to man...
In stark contrast the artist dreams the dreams that create a civilization. All periods in the history of man have had their struggles for civility, reason, conscience in conducting the struggle of living...no one can really stand aside, divorced from this great battle that rages. Studying the "History of Civilization" reveals that every early civilization had its insanities and evil, and the effort to push up from the primordial slime a stand of decency...
Your simple write wrenches all this into stark view, flopping right their in front of us to remind...our work is vital, and it is far from finished. Thank you for refocusing my perspective
I guess this is one of your less surreal writes. And it's apt because this innocent recital punches through the heart. War is worst indeed. I think Coyote will have a lot of things to say.
Truly makes one think of the victims of war, and the grim reality of that word. In a world of sensationalized video game imagery, this... resonates. Truly epic writing...
We live in a world where war is an everyday repetition of life...humanity has yet to find its Soul...all it takes is the simplicity of compassion, love, and understanding...and yet all is as it has been, there are only a few within the comparisons of world wide population that truly understand...