“The Road to Moscow”

by Al Stewart

I have listened to this song hundreds of times. I can not get away from needing to understand WW2.

The song is about a Russian Resistance fighter… his story… and his reward of life exile in Siberia. Because he met westerners. My father met Russians who were probably shipped off to Siberia, just for having met a westerner. 30 million Russians died… more than one in five. In some cities… fewer than 10% survived. Over 85% of Hitler’s war effort was against the Russians. Many say 90%.

Why?

My father never stopped looking for why. And he left me that heritage… I have to understand, why? How could such a thing happen??? 100 million people lost in a World War… who even knows that?

Disneyland is Fun… These Places are Learning…

Places I would like to go… to learn… to feel…

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Auschwitz… a place of unspeakable horror.

The Door to Hell.         President Obama, and Michelle.

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These are the places I want to visit.  How do you tell your spouse you want to go to the most horrible places on Earth?

But I have to learn… I have to feel…

My Father was in World War 2… he was at the first concentration camp liberated by the allies.  I heard the stories as a child.  I heard about the bodies stacked like cordwood.  I was not even a teenager.  But now I need to know…………..

I feel as if it is a Duty for me to visit these places… so that they may never be forgotten.

We have a duty to learn from the past.