2008 Sitting in the waiting room in New York, I met a war veteran.

He proceeded to tell me the proudest moment in his life.

Marching in Germany, he passed a ditch and 2 frightened faces looked up at him.

He stopped marching and brought the children to camp and took care of them. 

He was stripped of his ranks and medals.

She says "Here he goes again"

Remembering the chance encounter, I've often wondered about the stories of the soldiers of my generation. Have counter strike rendered us mechanical or is that a projection of the "days gone by"?

Mayhap the beauty of the past is a record left behind that is tangible and sensuous.

A memory in response to watching this video 

Sir Nicholas Winton - BBC Programme "That's Life" aired in 1988

He Saved 669 Children During the Holocaust… And He Doesn’t Know They’re Sitting Next to Him.

On the eve of the World War 2, Sir Nicholas Winton rescued and found homes for 669 Jewish children destined for a Nazi death camp. After the war, his efforts remained unknown — until his wife found a scrapbook with a complete list of names with photos of the children he saved. 50 years later, he got the surprise of his life…