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A lesson we MUST learn to win WWIII, which has already begun.
I was on a troop train traveling through communist country in Germany on my way to Berlin to celebrate my birthday with my husband who was in the US Army, when I made this decision.
The train stopped at a station before going forward, something about exchanging engines before entering East Germany and arriving in West/East Berlin, before the wall came down.
I looked out the window and staring right into the window was a communist soldier. His eyes were dead. His face was stern, ash white with no emotions. He looked like he was a dead man standing up with a gun strapped over his shoulder.
His eyes were lifeless.
Nothing like the eyes of the soldiers on the Army Base where I worked as a bookkeeper at the NCO club. Some of the soldiers on the Army Base experienced traumatic events in Vietnam and still they had more life in their eyes then the poor soul I was looking at.
That is when I made the decision that no matter how bad the US treated different groups of people, they could never be worse than the lifelessness I saw for the first time, on that train platform.
I stared at him for a long while. It became clear after about 30 seconds that I could see him, but he could not see inside the train. It took a while to…
