On a Recent Trip........

I was in Germany this spring. I saw many beautiful and wonderful sites. But the one site I visited left an impact on me far above all the others.

They saw the small wild flowers growing on the ground. The last sense of beauty many would have.






The sky wasn't any less blue nor the clouds any less white than what others would see.






The portal that many would never exit through.








The inscription that would never be read righted again.








The temptation of freedom often ended on the wires carrying the current of death.









Or on the wall pockmarked by the bullets from the pistols of their executioners.






And all that is left of their earthy remains are the remnants of their ashes embedded in the bricks of the ovens.







The day I was there, it was a warm, almost balmy day. But the breeze that blew across the empty compound where once stood the wooden barracks overcrowded with the living dead, had an eerie chill. And the soft sounds of the leaves rustling in that breeze seemed to carry through time, the whispers of the souls that died there repeating over and over, "Never forget. Never again".



For those that would deny it ever happened, or even those that express their disdain by putting a Hitler mustache on the pictures of those they disagree with, they cheapen those that died there. They have never walked the ground at Dachau.