I kept myself fairly busy this weekend so it went by pretty fast. Now I'm wondering where Saturday and Sunday went! Friday night I didn't feel like running so I was just lazy and did my regular frozen dinner and dvd - plus a nice glass of wine! I finally finished Band of Brothers. Although it was a great series, I'm glad it's over because I don't think this is the best time to be watching war on dvd. The cool thing is that I probably learned more about that time period and WWII from the series than in all the years in school.
Saturday I slept late, then went running to make up for Friday, and talked to Mama for a long time. Baumholder had it's Aldstadtfest (Old Town Fest) this weekend, and Kimberly and I also went to that Saturday night. We had hoped to eat at the good little Italian restaurant, but it was packed so we ended up with brats and pommes (fries) from the street vendors. Later, we went to "shake our tailfeather" a little bit.....
Sunday I slept even later than I did on Saturday and was just an all-around bum throughout the day - minus doing laundry and going to the commissary. I went down to my neighbor's apartment for dinner which was great since I wasn't looking forward to another frozen dinner last night. Four of us had dinner and talked the rest of the night before I finally had to head back upstairs and get some sleep since I'm a working girl. I hope this week flies by because Bryan is supposed to be home *sometime* this weekend!
We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about the USA. Read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title "C"ntarea Americii, meaning "Ode To America") in the RomanianNewspaper Evenimentulzilei "The Daily Event" or "News of the Day".
~An Ode to America~
Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs. Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart.
Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, and the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streetsnearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.
After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if inevery place and on every car a government official or the president was passing.
On every occasion, they started singing their traditional song: "God Bless America!" I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his lifefighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.
How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collectionaimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.
What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace.
I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion... Only freedom can work such miracles.
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