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l'interprète méhariste

@Aurelia Lambrecht The harsh thing at the army is not that they teach you what they want, but they insist on teaching it rapidly, russian in three months only for example, it's a brainwash!
The recrutes are nearly going nuts in the last month...
But as 15 out of 20 reach to pass their exams, at the end they say:
Congrats! See that it works? Just trust your superiors and you will become quite important for the HQ!
Welcome to the EloKa!
That was meant as a compliment for succeeding...
BTW:
What is a "shell shock"?
What does the abbreviation CPTSD stand for?
Was it a shrapnell that hit his helmet (do you call his helmet the "shell"?) or something else?
Would like to know more about it.
Did he end up as PoW?
P.S.: North africa... Did he get in contact with the camelmounted "compagnies sahariennes" of General De Gaulle or with the desert Tommies of General Patton?
Did he fight for or against that german "Feldmarshall" the french called "le fennec" cuz he was always already gone when they cruised up?
Did he take part in "Erwins Bastelstunden"?
Omaha beach... Do you mean the place on the north shore of Normandy where they once have had their longest day on duty ever (in june 1944)?
What a hell!
If so, your dad must have been one of the toughest guys ever if he had survived that!
Chapeau!



Delta Tango

I am a Boomer who grew up poor with 8 siblings. A little background: Despite a miserable marriage, my parents stayed together and both suffered for it. We almost never had anything new. Our clothes were given to us by well-off cousins and family friends. Almost everything I owned belonged to an older brother before, yet we were relatively happy, because my parents somehow managed to buy a shack of a home, so we didn't have to stay in the projects.

I grew up during the Vietnam War and the draft. Every adult told me that when I was 17 I would be drafted and go to Vietnam. It was just the way it was for those who could not afford better or didn't have political connections. As such, I made no plans for my future, nor was I encouraged to do so.

The war was winding down as I graduated high school at 17, so I managed to avoid that, and never got drafted. I was a tech nerd when transistors were cutting edge technology, and educated myself by going to the library and taking out books every 2 weeks. I managed to make a career of technology, which I work in to this day.

I am near retirement today and have very little saved because I was never told by anyone how important it was, so I'll most likely have to work until I die or become permanently disabled, but still, I have been very lucky my whole life , considering my situation.

My point? This video only shows one aspect of a 3-dimensional society. Don't think it was all like this. No one ever interviewed anyone in my neighborhood.



Nanci Olive

I really enjoyed this video. Webster Groves seems like a social nightmare to me. I loved the man commenting about how everyone walks out in 1-2 step. Never anything different. Nice visual representation.

I also found very interesting how the perception of the “shop” kids being less smart and less successful. I think that perception persists today, or at least, it did when I was in high school a decade ago. & I don’t think that’s true at all.

The woman towards the end was interesting to me as well. Her comment about “if you asked me what I wanted out of life and the meaning, I wouldn’t know what to say either”. And I suppose the crux of everything is right there.

Granted, if you asked people that today, you’d probably get a lot of the same answers this documentary showed. And I think it all lies there!

Would’ve loved to meet a rebel back then in Webster Grove!



l'interprète méhariste

I know, this will look strange now in your eyes:
I knew personally an old german Luftwaffe pilot whose three daughters all three converted to accept the Jewish Messiah as their personal saviour, the redeemer of the sins of Israel and of the whole world and of their own sins.
He became my Dad in Law, would never step with only one tip on Israels ground and hated Israel to the end of his life, but his daughters love Israel and even wanna go there!
For his daughters it's the Holy Land (not Germany is their holy ground...)!
His daughters are lovely and quite irresistible characters.
Things can extremely change from one generation to another, you know...
For example my own case:
My Dad is Silesian and my Mom was from the french west coast.
From 1870 until 1945 the germans and the french had nothing better to make out of their neighborhood than to make war to each other. During three generations each generation had their own war against the others. Then in the end of the fifties or the beginning sixties General De Gaulle and Chancelor Adenauer signed a treaty about "Exchange of culture, pupils and students" for the purpose of a reconciliation.
Now, guess what happened!
The forth generation started to take part in these "students exchanges"...
Mostly the found it quite tasty...
Some had maybe a more hormonedriven misunderstanding of "reconciliation" some how overdid it and fell in love, married and got kids.
I'm one of these products of overdone "reconciliation" politics and although I never really feel at home in any country, knowing I'm somehow a bastard, somehow I thank God to be one and I'm proud to be a living sign for that this treaty was the best idea, that politicians have had since 1870! ... ;-)
In the meantime both countries got more and more into trading with each other to a point that nowadays they are forced to support each other cuz their economies are so depending on each other, that they cannot survive without the others.
I don't know if the french General and the german Chancelor planned to go that far, cuz becoming dependend is not always a good idea, but that was like a sort of bushfire:
Once lighted up it burned more or less uncontrollably... ;-)
As both sides made money and were fond of finding the tasty agricultural products of the others in their supermarkets, no one really complained... LOL!
I could imagine that it is somehow the same between Canada and the USA, isn't it?
Could one of them live without the other? Not really I guess...
Without kidding, nowadays if France goes bankrupt it will be the end of german industry and if Germany goes bankrupt, it will be the end of french industry. True!
There is a reason why they are building more and not less bridges over the rhine:
The traffic tends to increase... ;-)



lighter path

In 1966 I was 7 years old and growing up in MA. We didn't have much money, I lived in an unfinished bedroom on the second floor with partial insulation showing and no drywall up. In the winters it was freezing but I learned how to snuggle-wrap myself in what I considered an Indian papoose-style cacoon. It kept me very warm. College was never mentioned in my home neither was much about schooling or grades. My dad had started and owned his own company which took up his days five days a week. I was never encouraged to do either this or that with my life.

I was never told who to like or not like. I felt loved and protected, but my parents never told me they were proud of me nor showed much physical affection toward us kids. Toward each other, their kisses every single time they ever separated or came back together was obvious. In ways too numerous to mention, we absolutely knew we were loved, and wanted. All us kids and there were quite a few, felt that love deep into our being. I never worked hard at school or did much if any homework as I grew up. I could only hope by some miracle I might go to college but didn't expect it.

Fortunately, I was pretty smart, and even without homework or studying, I did better than average in most classes and even way above average in others. As adults, all of us kids have a very independent mind where we each have come to our own conclusions about life. What's common to all of us, is that we respect others, we feel empathy. We have a very strong sense of family and holidays and traditions. I can easily remember hearing my dad laugh at some joke through the years as he watched various shows on TV. I loved that sound and wanted to bring it to my own children. I think I did, for the most part. But I did always bring, without exception, was putting my family first.

This was not putting them first so I could build or mold them into something. It was to put them first so that they might feel and know they were loved just as much as I felt loved by my parents. I told my kids that I didn't care if they were a forklift driver or doctor, as long as they did what they truly enjoyed and that they did it well.

If it matters, and it shouldn't, I'm white. There were no blacks in my town. The first time I saw a black person was after getting my license and exploring the small cities by my small town. On the day I saw my first black-skinned person, who was sort of a disappointment because I couldn't see what the fuss was about, I also saw my first person urinate in public. He was white. And that has set my attitude toward people. It's not what they look like; it's what they do.



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monkeygoesbananas

It's interesting how staying in your home town when you grow up has only recently become synonymous with "failure". For millennia our ancestors were born, had families, and died in roughly the same place unless they were forced out by some calamity. And for some reason hearing these kids say, "I'm happy here. Why would I leave? I already picked out my dream house across the street from my parents," just absolutely blows my mind.

Harry Kanhura

Well, for the Globalist it is imperative to alienate you from the land. Then you don't have roots nor principles or anything to anchor you, then you will do as you are told, and go where they want you to go.

hewhoadds

lol I’m from the Silicon Valley the kids growing up in, working in, and supporting these cities can not afford to live in the city they grew up it is disgraceful

Anecdote Andy here but this seems representative of the conditions of most kids I hear today

3rdJose

Blows ur mind that they wanna stay in their rich neighborhoods with their rich families and friends?

P

monkeygoesbananas This is a topic I’ve wrestled with for a while now. How did living and dying in the town a person is from become synonymous with failure? I’m sincerely asking that question again because I just purchased a house in my hometown and although that’s a big accomplishment, I still have this nagging feeling like I haven’t accomplished anything because I haven’t moved out of this town. I’m not sure if this idea that you’re a failure if you die in the town you were born in is from years and years of television watching or what.

Andrey King

@P congratulations on your new house. I think if you want to stay in your home town it's a splendid idea. I also intend to but after I have satisfied my wanderlust I will come home

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itsme

I graduated in 1972. There were the popular kids, attractive, football players, cheerleaders, prom kings and queens. There were the hippies, journalism, school newspaper, year book. There were the greasers, black clothes, greased hair, ratted hair, heavy eye makeup. And then there was the rest of us, most of us I'd say. No strong identity, no labels. We just were who we were. We weren't nonconformists, but we weren't Stepford kids either.

Shirley Langton

I am exactly this age, and the documentary is absolutely right. Our parents grew up in the depression, and our fathers' were in WWII, and the focus was then on stability, on money, and education which our parents never had.

Blue Waters

My mom's mother (my Great grandparents) lost her parents in the 1918 flu epidemic. Her brothers and sisters were split up and she was only 5. So sad. My mom had a rough life because of the depression and only finished 8th grade. She married my dad while pregnant with me at age 20. I have never had what I consider a stable home..even now at age 69. We tend to imprint our children with our patterns whether good or bad. I always had love for my mom even though her divorce made my childhood hard. She did her best as most parents usually do.

Joshua Blomfield

I think the context is important to consider for sure. The parents had seen some pretty serious stuff and I think the dismissal of their kids taking the burden of worldly affairs on themselves is from a place of wishing their kids could enjoy a youth that they couldn’t, and also to focus on security before spending their time demonstrating their political ideals. Of course it doesn’t nullify the impact it had on the individualism and expression of youth in that era, I think many parents were still quite uncertain of the future meaning they wanted to control its direction, by controlling their kids.

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