…it all started.
Well, in a way it started some 20+ years before that, but that’s a different discussion.
And tomorrow, 64 years ago it was finally over.
Talking to my Dad tonight, he was just barely old enough to remember.
When he and his generation are gone, we must teach the next generation. If it means using “games” and reenactments to do so, then so be it.
My mother recalls that day quite clearly: one of her uncles (a Priest) rushed into my Grandfather’s (a WWI Silver Medal Hero) home, and told his brothers (a Monarchist and an Anarchist, go figure!): “This is it, the Tragedy approaches…Hitler invaded Poland, and Benito is quite likely to follow him!”
About one year later, she was in Milan’s Duomo Square (going to the dentist’s), when huge loudspeakers scattered everywhere broadcast Mussolini’s War Declaration: Grandfather’s comment was “It’s going to be the end of the Savoia Monarchy…too much they favoured the Fool…”
The whole family started listening regularly to Radio London…in the penthouse, at nightime…
May we remember all the victims of the last Great War.
We cannot forget, and the new generation must take resposibility to bring the message on, many I know many in my class who are even now quite unaware why it happened, and teachers are not very happy about the subject…
Its important that the new generation will never forget or it could just repeat itself.