Morality of War and Occupation

The opinions expressed herein are not the opinion of any government or any individuals, other than myself. They are based on my own experiences in life. A note on Liberation: “Occupation is not Liberation”. No matter how much the befuddled minds of some soldiery believe they actually liberate an invaded nation from some dictator. Following the end of a war. And that that nation that is being occupied is ‘grateful’ for those Liberators. That is a myth. In particular if an invasion and occupation follows periods (even years) of relentless fire bombing of the citizens of that occupied territory – the citizens being the last survivors of an unarmed civilian population. In other words, mostly women and children. This is exactly what had happened in Germany after the end of World War 2.

May 1945 was the end of that war. The first occupiers that entered was the US Army arriving in our home towns with their tanks. They took the best houses for their Army brass, throwing the owners into the street. Then creating high razor wire fencing around their camp just across from our house at the edge of the city, where they had their army camp and kitchens. And lots of food. For us children, thin as string beans, food would have been nice, but not so. They chased their big guard dogs at us when we only came close to that fence. Where does morality come into the picture ? Was it the Nuremberg trials when they hung by the neck the big Nazi Bonzen (justifiably so) ? Or was it the way they behaved against the children (including yours truly) ? Or was it the way they dug up all the graves in the German graveyards with their bulldozers and piled up protection walls against the edge of the city, where they had built their US Army camps, to be safe (from some starving children). Or was it the way they tried to teach us play football with the skulls dug out of those German graves ? And where does morality come in when those same Allied armies pretended to have liberated all countries in Europe ?  Our sector had the British occupation. That lasted at least until the end of the century.

Having left Europe in 1974 for North America, I returned in 2005 the first time to my home town. By that time all had been re-built. This is a long time ago. Lucky for me, for all those years I tried to forget the 4 year long horrors of being bombed. Until I ended up in the ‘British Colonies’. Where memories of WW2 are being kept alive by the war veterans. They fondly remember. Who knows, they would like to see themselves again in their air planes, dropping bombs ?  I figure it would be more beneficial to clean up Germany of the hundreds of thousands of unexploded bombs still under the ground, ‘garbage of war’ left behind for others to clean up.


Women in Construction (2)

Recently published  my experiences in all sorts and aspects of construction, renovation, fixing, repairing and similar building projects.  I need to add this: I was whining too much about my experiences with the male construction population, but have to emphasize: In all those years in Alberta, Canada, I have personally met many women, hard working women, who were doing the work of men. Mostly ranch and also construction. I also am pleased to see so many posts and videos and blogs and websites of women who do construction work – from simple to hard. I am proud to meet those women. Only I never met a woman who is my age and still doing it.


Non-Pro. In 35 years of construction – for myself without gain – I permit myself to comment on how the cards are dealt to women who with their own two hands do – framing, roofing, flooring, tiling, drywall, other carpentry, electrical (simple) and plumbing (simple) as well as grading and other road work, building horse fences and clearing land. And have to deal with big companies (or local contractors) for other work. Interesting stories. The very first thing I learned in all those years is, that if you need a contractor and you are a woman, most never show up. That’s a given. If some do show up, they often are either impolite or patronizing. Or – what happened more often than not – they do sloppy work. And many times I have to fix it myself after having paid them. I had incidences that contractors brought along a wife in their truck. Give me a break ! Or they try to come on to you, like happened with a big gas company in Alberta. As a friend told me “the electrician did some work in the house, suddenly he disappeared, I found him in the attic – naked “ Ha, ha ! From a more practical point of view: I also invented over time several useful techniques on how to make it easier to deal with the heavy stuff – like mounting a drywall sheet. Or using my 3/4 ton truck to help with getting the wooden walls into my big riding arena, 4in lag screws. Luckily, today there are thousands of websites on construction details and techniques, some are very good and most are professional, and lots are where women show what they can do. Good for you. Food for thought: “most important tools ? measuring tape/laser, and level” – of course some think it is the hammer and they treat everything like a nail, but that ain’t so. Never use nails, always use screws. Stuff can be undone when needed. Last not least: “if you cannot do it right, don’t do it at all.”