One story my parents told me was quite scary about Germany and the war. It had to do with bunkers. The German soldiers were given better bunkers to hide in and people like my parents were given regular ones which were not as good.
When the bombs fell (on I presume Dusseldorf) my grand father never rushed. By the time he reached a bunker the bombing would already be over and every one would give him heck. He would stand and say: If it's meant for me, then I will not escape it.
What he said was very true. There was one man who was always first. He'd run all the way down the bunker and hide under a bench.
One day the sirens began and as usual he was the first one down there. A bomb hit the bunker, went all the way down to the bottom and landed right in front of his face. It didn't explode.
When people finally reached the bottom to see what happened, they found him staring at this bomb, totally out of his mind.
Every one understood then why my Grand Father never rushed. lol
There were other people like him, tired and reaching a point where they've seen enough burn't people with bubbles coming out of their noses.
They stood around and made wonderful friend ships, sharing what could be their last cigarette , as bombs exploded all around them.
When my family came to Canada and saw what kind of issues people were fighting over, they seemed so petty after their experience over seas. No one ever wanted to see war , famine or death again. They got busy with life and living.
This is why my parents taught me to be a proud Canadian. They said you have to know history so you are not fooled into war.
But the old die, we are taking their place and the young have never experienced anything other than a belief in entitlement which we instilled into them. They are entitled to freedom, independence, individualism.
Yet the world always has a twist to it. Instead of getting better , things get worse and reasons for war again come to the forefront. Our planet shows us there is no such thing as freedom, independence and individualism.
We all need each other to work in unison so our species survives.
Wars are always different but the causes are always the same, dictatorship, poverty, fear, power. They always take precedence over love. We have not learned how to use love yet, to conquer war. The thing is, if we cannot love our parents, our wives and husbands and children enough to do the right things, then how are we supposed to be able to love the world?
Everything starts at the beginning.
As for the German soldiers in Germany, they noticed that the better German bunkers were hit a lot more than the other ones and so they went to hide with the regular population because they saw God was on their side.
So no matter what you believe, a time comes when God touches people he wants to touch, so they may one day tell the stories of his little miracles.
He performs many of them every day in hospitals, schools, places of employment, airplanes. etc..... and he may use each person as a vessel to be his Angel that day.
I often wonder why, I was where I was, at the time I was, to help a person in need and why people were where they were to help me when I needed it.
9/11 survivors have the same stories to tell. They were supposed to be at work in those buildings but for some reason that day, could not be. Others who were not supposed to be there, went in that day ......to die.. It gives you chills just thinking about it.