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Meme: Daydreaming on Paper
Aug. 31st, 2003 12:29 pmWhat moment in time would you have most liked to witness?
Oh there are so many. I would have loved to have been alive during World War II...in England. My mum was born in 1940 during the Battle of Britain...in fact during an air raid. My dad was in the RAAF (Royal Australian Air Force) based in England and I have two of his journals from then...and it is very stirring reading how he made it through being based in a city that suffered second only to London during the Blitz. One of my Aunties used to tell me of stories...dog fights she witnessed, a lost Stuka dive bomber flying down the High Street. These things must have been awesomely terrifying. Today, we live with the uncertainty of more terrorist attacks, but we are still detached from it for the most part...but then it was day in, day out destruction and death. To the more mundane worries of getting food, having enough ration stamps, getting a good night's sleep. My parents and other relatives have often told me their memories, and I would like to go back then...not for any "cool" factor, but so I could at least, even temporarily, what they went through. To see what it was actually like, even if it actually terrified me...and I ended up sleeping nights on end in a car out of the city like my dad did, just so he could sleep without fear.
Oh there are so many. I would have loved to have been alive during World War II...in England. My mum was born in 1940 during the Battle of Britain...in fact during an air raid. My dad was in the RAAF (Royal Australian Air Force) based in England and I have two of his journals from then...and it is very stirring reading how he made it through being based in a city that suffered second only to London during the Blitz. One of my Aunties used to tell me of stories...dog fights she witnessed, a lost Stuka dive bomber flying down the High Street. These things must have been awesomely terrifying. Today, we live with the uncertainty of more terrorist attacks, but we are still detached from it for the most part...but then it was day in, day out destruction and death. To the more mundane worries of getting food, having enough ration stamps, getting a good night's sleep. My parents and other relatives have often told me their memories, and I would like to go back then...not for any "cool" factor, but so I could at least, even temporarily, what they went through. To see what it was actually like, even if it actually terrified me...and I ended up sleeping nights on end in a car out of the city like my dad did, just so he could sleep without fear.
