[TheSpyder]

My mother was English and lived in London during WW2. A young 14 year old girl living on the west side of London, her apartment building was bombed by the very last V2 bomb that the Germans ever dropped in London. If you’re not familiar, these were almost small airplane looking bombs that could be heard from miles away as they descended on their targets and had massive destruction ability.
There was no time to escape and her mother, father, and only brother were killed by this bomb as well as many others. Miraculously, my mother somehow lived being pulled out of the rubble some five days later. Her survival brought her to live with an Uncle in Cleveland, Ohio. A few months later while learning to ice skate she fell down and a young man helped her up. That man was my father. That is why I exist, but there is more.
During a seminar I attended in Cambridge, England when I was in my 40’s I was lucky enough to go to Duxford Air Base a few miles away which is one of the most fascinating military museums you will ever see. It was then I learned that the American air fight during WW2 against the Germans was stationed there. Adjacent to the museum was a US military cemetery. In the usual military way rows and rows of cemetery stones went on as far as the eye could see. It was in that moment that I realized that these brave men in their ultimate sacrifice fought off the Germans attack of England and put a stop to the German invasion. As I stood looking out at the graves I began to weep knowing full well that I was standing there only because they gave their lives for freedom, and ultimately, for my existence.