Or 09th of September, for those who has problems in reading US dates correctly, as me.

I will not spend hundreds of lines arguing about what happened, why it happened or anything else. A lot of people have already done it in the past 13 years and it led to nothing new, except a massive amount of supervision rules in plazas (hope it’s the good word for what I wanted to say 😉 ).

Hundreds (q.v. thousands) of videos, pictures, articles, news reports, specials on TV, movies have been made and shared everywhere and I will not talk about them either.

I just want we all remember – in our own way- this terrible day and do whatever we can to change the future, so that our children and grandchildren can live in a better place. In the same way our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents fought to give us a better world.

Do not waste anything of what has been given to you; just because you received it freely, it does not mean that it has to be thrown away.


A Father’s War Letter: Memorial Day Feature

really touching. We should remember what those men did for our freedoms and never forget

The Artistic Christian

The following letter was written by Lt. Walter Schuette during World War II, to be read to his newborn daughter in the event that he did not make it home alive.[1]

As we read what was on this father’s mind while off at war, may we remember all who are currently, serving away from their families, to pay the price of our freedom.

American Soldier Writing Home
Photo by Joseph Schershcel/Timepix

December 21, 1943

My Dear Daughter, Anna Mary,

Some day I shall be able to tell you the conditions under which I write this letter to you.

You arrived in this world while I was several thousand miles from your mother’s side. There were many anxious moments then and since.

This message comes to you from somewhere in England. I pray God it will be given to you on or about your tenth birthday. I hope also to be present when that…

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,Immagine
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


(William Wordsworth)

“The Day Nazis Stopped me at a Checkpoint”

“It was 1944 and I was a 9-year-old girl at that time. My father was in the forest tearing down the trees and preparing some wood for the winter, that seemed to be long and very cold. I went to grace the sheeps we had near our house and in the afternoon my mum asked me to go and bring some lunch to daddy and to my old brother. Once taken the horse out of the stable and linked the cart, I put the lunch next to me and I started riding, direction the village and its forests. It was late afternoon and my dad and elder brother should have come home with me, once it would have started getting dark. On my way to the woods, one of the neighbourghs warned me that some nazis troops were in the village, looking for men and wanted to arrest them. Panic! Panic everywhere! Above, under, near, in front of, behind and inside me! piazza roma

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