(04-27-2014, 07:19 PM)Accidental Stoner Wrote: Oh, and endless gratitude and respect to the veterans.
Also to the brave men of the Wehrmacht and the Waffen-SS.
Thank you for me, the Accidental Stoner, not being born in Siberia,
but on my forefathers' ground.
And never mind the bollocks.
I spit on the graves of the German army and the German SS.
I was born in Germany in 1950. To American parents.
We had a housekeeper who was married to a former SS officer, although he denied it.
Why my parents would hire that woman is beyond me. I met her later on. She was an obnoxious stereotypical German.
But now for the best part.
I am physically disabled today because of that woman. I ended up with a broken bone in my back because of her. I also suffered a broken collar bone. My parents were out of town when it happened.
The shoulder injury was blamed on two different stories. One was I fell off the couch the other was I fell out of the crib. Obviously with two different stories, it indicates neither was true.
The collar bone injury was diagnosed right away. The broken facet on my L-5 didn't get diagnosed until 4 years ago. It required surgery to stabilize the old injury.
The injury has screwed up my life in a major ways both now and looking back. My back has affected me for my whole life physically, and in my appearance, and in the way my left foot always turned out when I walked.
Now It is hard for me to stand for five minutes or to walk a block.
Yes, I spit on their graves.
Pray for me.
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