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7th of 7 Tips: 1948 Berlin You Are Pilot Jaack And You Make Kids Cry With Joy

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By : Derek Dashwood    99 or more times read
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Any American antiques legenday figure might agree that when you have given your all- in this case ten tons of coal near Tempelhof Airfield in a very anxiously tight air corridor - you are OK to go home, Yankee. From Tom Jefferson in Paris enough can be enough. Or in this emergency case at the creation of the Berlin Wall in October 1961. Your existance stands in defiance of the Evil Empire that wishes you dead. And as Evil clearly loomed the head of every citizen of Berlin that I met that autumn 1961. Tip seven is make it happen, Jaack.

The job One now for every Ivan and the awesome overwhelming presence of Genghis personalities was to honestly show to all the world how they could turn the screws and be an evil terror in any simple cruel move. People are starving? Let's try this- build a Wall and shoot anyone who tries to bring food through the forest to grandma. It is the stuff of legends! America had to keep the people of Berlin fed and warm all the coming winter as well as all that a civilization requires at least even at its most subsisdence existence level. That was the least that could be done. Who on earth could achieve this?

America did that in massive protective arms that had so recently needed to smash Germany down, now was there as savior. And the first to really notice were the children of Berlin, that bright cold autumn day when an airman piot and his crewed bombed those children so much their teears of joy had laughter, tears, crying, hands blowing kisses as the chocolate bombers hesitantly returned to their court martial review now underway. The Tower is ablaze with lights, looming incoming coal laden bombers were maneuvering, all came out well.

It was for those moments a more exciting time had by all than had been purely intended. But it stopped Joe Stalin in his terrible tracks. What in the name of the pony of Genghis is going on at Templehof? Shoot them. Well, wait and see if them starve them out. In retrospect, age can do wonders in what we see now see saw not then. Before the darkness, a pretty sunset. Good night, civilzation. Not so fast, Joe, and Genghis. Give it a rest? Sigh not possible. Is not possible. Dam Ku Dam. Build walls. Red ants, black ants.

We find mercifully that walls can come down by human will and pressure. A benefactor then was, well, me. You will see that these next seven stories have placed as they backdrop that which is now backed by history. What we saw was the tip of that iceberg, and now we know the rest of the story. Children starving picking up coal. American airman ruffles their curious little heads. How a Berlin coal bomber gets these kids involved in his fun game and how they learn to smile for the first time in their lives is simply a wonderful story in itself.

That it was the beginning of the Cold War, and represented the reason Our Side Won, is in this story.
Children are always so curious. These or any days. We have employed a fun play on words and imagination, since our other tips have played it straight. To hold the attention, let us leap into a world that might have been. Fact and fancy to ennoble the message even if bend the historical reality. So we have Henry David Thoreau, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and a Voice from Hollywood as the not perfect but right on the button messages from the heart of fluff and feathers.

In this series, we shall call him Jaack and unlike us, he always plays the sly dog who knows what to do, and sees what others fail to see. But he must give that message as off that the. So you see dear reader we can have fun and make a point about good being finer than evil. Why? Well, firstly, it is nicer. And that really, is at the essence of the American antiques experience as we see it. My favorite Uncle Sam says it is so: my evil uncle Joe says not so fast all this democracy. Who do you think we are? Amerikanski? Nyet. Nyet yet comrade.
Author Resource:- Derek Dashwood enjoys noticing positive ways we progress, the combining of science into the humanities to measure politics, wise use and mis use of power and protective love at
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