here, today. They celebrate the end of WW2. They celebrate the day they were freed by someone else (the US by the way) instead of freeing their land by themselves. There are flags everywhere today. It's a pity my grandfathers are not still alive. I'm still young because I'm the youngest son of the youngest sons of them. Both of them took part in WW1. The father of my father fought the whole WW1 while the father of my mother took part and was decorated, in the two final battles that saw the defeat of the Austrian-German army on the southern front. WW1 was bloody, ferocious, cruel, merciless to an extent that many have forgotten and bringing to collapse the Austrian-German army (there were also some German divisions that were deployed here after the armistice between Germany and Russia) thus bringing WW1 to end, was an act of extreme strenght by our divisions that had iron balls, all divisions made up by us Northerners for most part. I was a little kid when the only one surviving of them two died. The other one died before I was born and was jailed as a civilian by the fascists during WW2. And it's to him that my thought always goes when I see all these flags and I hear all the rethorics on tv about the meaning of today 25th of April. To me it means the day that Europe was unable to free itself. All those who used to wear a black fascist shirt, suddendly changed colour and started to wear a red shirt. Many or most of those that today are celebrating the anti-fascist day are those that yesterday had a black shirt. That's why I would like to see my two grandfathers still alive. I can't image how many of today's anti-fascists with a fascist past they would kick in the a-s-s.
My bitter thoughts on human nature.
Edited by andr99, 25 April 2023 - 08:17 AM.