tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512311610334754148.post2013917130471684705..comments2023-04-20T12:46:11.858-06:00Comments on The Ancestry Insider: Flanders fields and inauguration dayThe Ancestry Insiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02490682912125335188noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512311610334754148.post-28313360131190297072009-01-21T19:10:00.000-07:002009-01-21T19:10:00.000-07:00Maggie,Wow. Speaking of well said...Thank you for ...Maggie,<BR/><BR/>Wow. Speaking of well said...<BR/><BR/>Thank you for sharing your touching story.<BR/><BR/>-- The A.I.The Ancestry Insiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02490682912125335188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512311610334754148.post-4714724878362567072009-01-21T06:31:00.000-07:002009-01-21T06:31:00.000-07:00Very well said. As I watched yesterday's inaugura...Very well said. As I watched yesterday's inaugural proceedings, I found myself hoping for the day that no mention needs to be made about ethnic background...that there really will be a United States of America. And, from there, better understanding and acceptance world-wide.<BR/>Families have lost loved ones in every war, and soldiers from both sides bleed red blood. Mothers shed tears, fathers' hearts break regardless of country of origin.<BR/><BR/>My older brother died in the Ho Bo Woods of Viet Nam in 1967.<BR/>In 2001, my daughter married a young man who was born in Viet Nam. His adoptive parents were concerned what my feelings would be when they learned of my brother's death. Should I have hatred for this son-in-law, who wasn't even born when my brother died?<BR/>No. If anything, the death of my brother opened the doors that allowed a tiny, starving baby whose mother had left him at an orphanage, with the love that only a mother can feel - a mother of any nationality - and hope and prayers that her baby would find a better life, to come to America. This baby was adopted by a loving family with different ethnicity than he had, but with no less love, hope or prayers for a better life for him than the birth mother who gave him up.<BR/>I think it petty that someone would feel that soldiers in one uniform sacrificed more, or their loss has more value, than soldiers in a different uniform fighting under a different flag.Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08529136615455353976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512311610334754148.post-12902531395149207202009-01-20T11:18:00.000-07:002009-01-20T11:18:00.000-07:00An excellent post today. I can't imagine that *an...An excellent post today. I can't imagine that *any* of this discussion would have been provoked had the ad included a properly identified Allied or even Canadian soldier. <BR/><BR/>On a related note, my ancestors were Quakers, and therefore pacifist. Very few of them joined any war effort, be it Civil or Revolution. They left the protestant section of northern Ireland in 1689, the year William of Orange landed and swept across the land. But before that they were most likely in Scotland. So where do my loyalties lie? <BR/><BR/>The pursuit of genealogy opens one's eyes to a broader view of humanity and nationality. And while we can all agree to hate the atrocities of the Nazi regime, those soldiers will still be a part of *someone's* family tree, like it or not. Besides, don't we all have skeletons in our family closets?Glennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18211464970485630320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512311610334754148.post-29224368164931273782009-01-20T04:41:00.000-07:002009-01-20T04:41:00.000-07:00I really enjoyed your entry today. I am one of tho...I really enjoyed your entry today. I am one of those who had casualties on both sides. I had canadian family who perished in WWII and my Opa was torpedoed and killed in WWII in the Baltic Sea as well....I never really thought of it as being anything other than losing family in the war. Thank you for this thought provoking entry.Veldahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10885068668442905388noreply@blogger.com