Sure,to most people a previous life is totally ridiculous and outright impossible.But some of
us it is at least a thought of wonder and possibilities. I have found myself many times just
going about daily routines without a thought of anything,then all of a sudden a jazzy number
from that era that filled servicemen cantinas plays, or see clothing or vehicles from the
war years. Not just the military side but civilian too. I dont just hear it or see it. It grabs
at me with an overwhelming emotional pull, like something I once knew before. Maybe,just
maybe I had once been there.
...Or perhaps it truly is just a passion. A passion for for the ideal that during a time of great
horror and atrocities,A time where the world came together against a common foe. Brits,
Aussies, Canadians and many others welcomed eachother and joined together. A time where
Americas love for its country,its president and the rest of the world shined the brightest.
us it is at least a thought of wonder and possibilities. I have found myself many times just
going about daily routines without a thought of anything,then all of a sudden a jazzy number
from that era that filled servicemen cantinas plays, or see clothing or vehicles from the
war years. Not just the military side but civilian too. I dont just hear it or see it. It grabs
at me with an overwhelming emotional pull, like something I once knew before. Maybe,just
maybe I had once been there.
...Or perhaps it truly is just a passion. A passion for for the ideal that during a time of great
horror and atrocities,A time where the world came together against a common foe. Brits,
Aussies, Canadians and many others welcomed eachother and joined together. A time where
Americas love for its country,its president and the rest of the world shined the brightest.