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Post by japhy on Aug 21, 2014 2:56:53 GMT -5
My gradfather is asking himself: "Why am I still alive?" He finished school during World War II (in Germany). When he was seventeen he was drafted by Reichsarbeitsdienst (RAD, engl. Reich Labour Service), a paramilitary work service. He served in France (RAD also supported the Armed Forces.), was lucky and got in French captivity. Some of his school friends were not and died. Today he is 88 years old and friends have died of various diseases. He had an accident this year when he climbed a ladder with a chainsaw and fell down (the chainsaw was not running). He broke his shoulder, a rib punctured his lungs and he broke several vertebrae. I met him two weeks ago. He still can't use his left hand and has to take opiats for the pain, but the most important question for him is: "Why am I still alive?" It's all relative. This guy might consider your grandfather a youngster and tell him he's still in his glory days. news.yahoo.com/111-old-japan-recognized-oldest-man-065238508.htmlYes it's relative, but still an interesting perspective. Most people fear death but being spared is not easy either.
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