Revolution

 

Revolution is in the air, I can feel it everywhere. 

What is a feeling?

A feeling is something tangible to act on.

How is a feeling tangible?

I've wanted this conversation in the open for awhile, 

we need this one

in the realm of open space

I need a free flow of thought, spirals of moments with reason, knowledge and God in mind. The last one throws people off but it's the one that corrects the course. 

Moments in time...they matter because they move people...

1400's, Germany, the printing press, Martin Luther, Calvin and the others have a revolution. 

1700's, Europe and the areas Columbus and Amerigo landed and colonized, the age of reason after the enlightenment, where man discovered more than the church that ruled over the people lifting the Kings, Queens and Empires . 

I wrote a time joke marker in there if anyone can get it.

1700's the rise of the seasoned banker and the hiding of the knights of the temple, revolutions and beheadings and turns in time. 

Washing hands wasn't even a thing, but it was once and why was it forgotten? A story from another moment in time was when the Romans were run out of their mismanaged city states and the ones that moved in wanted to have no adoption of the good things the Romans did and made. 

That was a feeling in a few hundred years...tangible action when people felt the need. 

The 1800's rose the industrial revolution adding with it disease and grime into the 1900's with wars everywhere until there was peace after 1945. 

This is a real story of a real person I know that has passed now. 

It was 2006/7, we were back on CONUS and stationed at Moody AFB. My husband was the CC of the 41st, does it matter to the story, probably. We had driven down to visit my parents in Satellite Beach, home of the Space Shuttle, NASA, Patrick AFB (now Patrick SFB).

My parents are hosting a dinner since we will be in town and they invite the Bruckner's as well. I don't recall if it was Hot Pot or Chinese Spaghetti we were having, my LittleGuy on his lap as my other two are entertaining the rest of the family at the ample round dinner table. LittleGuy was about 2 years old and cute as button, big dark brown eyes and a curly mop of hair the colour of an oak tree. He had command of his eyelids and was showing off to Dr Al, playing a type of peekaboo, one eye shut and then the other, left then right then on a word he would do the other. I watched the table with delight because I knew who was sitting there, each person and their story to be told, each person to have a story unfold.  

There I was sitting with my father the Marine that mapped the air over the Middle East and presented it to the UN, my husband at the time, a rotor and fixed wing pilot, Commander of the largest rescue squadron in the Air Force and Dr Al...

His obituary was missing years of his life...

H. P. Breckner was born in Transylvania in 23 November, 1925. 

Do you have a timeline yet 

can you wrap your head around this comfortably 

no feelings towards motion? 

Dr Al was a pilot, he flew a single engine Messerschmidt during the war and was injured several times on the Eastern Front. Dr Al was what we call today, one of the paper clips, he had degrees in aerospace engineering and law, he was invited/brought over to the United States in 1955. He worked with Pan Am's Guided Missile Range Division, here is a link to Dr Al's Obituary 

Part of his life is missing as if his family wanted it erased. He was a man fighting for his country and he didn't get to decide policy. He didn't put people in camps and do experiments on them. He was a product of a moment in time and they give that product the name Nazi, by definition he had been that. 

Into my head the thought flies

And?

And what?

He was a family friend and he was a Nazi, so? 

He should be a German war hero but they aren't allowed those. 

I don't know if you read his obituary, he worked on the Mercury, Apollo and Space Shuttle programs. He was a consultant to Space Agencies in Europe, France and Italy...(to include vs including, military speak vs contract proposals).

I have sitting next to me on the floor 2 books. One that matters in the now and the other the letters and diaries of Gottard Heinrici, A German General on the Eastern Front. 

I think of Dave Wisnewski and I don't want him being erased because some 'people in charge' didn't do what they did for goodness but to fill their coffers and we know this now, but also we need to keep some order. 

Sometimes the order is the boot on the neck, whose neck is under the boot?

What can you say and what can you not say?

And when God is brought into the question, that one that corrects the course we hit a wall of the nuance to nothingness and others turn their head in disgust. I would like to teach you how to get around that wall to See the rest of what you are allowed. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

For story flare my children's great grand father was also a pioneer pilot that flew in the RAF and also the Army Air corp, WW1 and WW2, after WW2 he was stationed in the Caribbean where he flew his plane over the South American coast...searching out the Nazi's that did do wrong stuff so they got otta there if they could...He was one of the first arial photographers...Dr Al's last position was as an advisor to Bionics Photo services, where we had our generation photo taken: my Grandmother, mother, my daughter and myself, the same place where T worked, he was a Black Panther once upon a day.

One is not like the other that does not mean they don't belong together.