There Once Was A Time…


I grew up in a world where the Soviets were the enemy. From my 1st Grade memories of Duck & Cover Drills at Ashley Elementary School in Denver, to sitting before the Fire Control Panel of USS Michigan with my fingers dancing over the buttons that controlled 24 TRIDENT C-4 Missiles with their load of deterrent nuclear weapons (which I can neither confirm nor deny were aboard), my life has almost always been with the Soviets as the ever present but respected enemy.

So it’s hard for me to imagine a time when the Russians weren’t the enemy. But there was such a time.

My Sister (in-law), as I have mentioned on many occasions, is originally from Moscow, Russia. On this, VE Day in Russia, she shared a set of photographs that are touching, emotional and enthralling to me. They are of her Grandparents, who served in the Red Army during the Second World War.

11174589_10153344806182369_4827301604823652041_oAs you look across time into the eyes of these men and women who fought the Nazi’s from the East, it is inspiring to know that they too, were fighting for their Родина (Motherland). Twenty Million Russians died during the Second World War, a number that goes beyond the ability to even grasp or put into context. It’s a number to which we can’t even relate. That her grandparents survived the war isn’t just a happy occurrence, it’s a miracle.

A miracle that led to her birth, and my wonderful nieces who today live in a world and a country that is free from the dangers of our Grandparents era.

11059985_10153344805997369_423566770676287632_oI wanted to share these pictures with you to put a personal face on the second VE-Day. I’ve stood next to my Sister as she got married, I’ve held my nieces and hugged them. None of that happens without the sacrifice of the men and women in these pictures, and their millions of Comrades who did not live to see VE Day.

There once was a time when the Russians weren’t the enemy…

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About Dave

Talk Show host, lifelong Baseball and Star Trek fan, US Navy Submariner and Fire Control Technician (Ballistic Missile) 1st Class Petty Officer (Submarine Qualified), Dave is married with four daughters, one son, two sons-in-law and two grandchildren plus one on the way. He resides quietly in Manteca, CA, where he records his podcast, Plausibly Live, three days a week. He also writes for several other blogs and as a "Stay at home Dad" plays a lot of games with his son. Dave loves books, history and is learning to weld and drive a forklift. Just for fun. Dave is also a Life Member of the Disabled American Veterans and a Member of the US Submarine Veterans.

Posted on May 9, 2015, in News & Notes and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Don Jackson

    I’m older than you, Dave. Yet in my East Boston and Cambridge schools we never did “Duck and Cover” drills… In Cambridge, I can rationalize: “We” were mostly Communists and, so, could expect special treatment… (Which is to say: Sympathizers and collaborators never understood how Communism actually worked.) In East Boston (90% Italian, at that time; some Irish and English – i.e., me…) there weren’t that many Communists, nor Fascists; but we always celebrated Columbus Day!
    What, I wonder, about the mid-West kept the fear of Communism so vivid?

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  2. Don Jackson

    p.s.,
    I have a sister-in-law who is Russian. She doesn’t much like me; I don’t much like her. But the only thing I actually have to say against her is: I don’t like how she fries eggs.
    I’ve known Russian emigrants since before I was a teenager… It’s hard to judge “a people” when you know individuals!

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