WW II ended decades ago, the echo of horror still lingers about. The heartbreaking suffering and loss that a child  of war has to bear is beyond comprehension.  So many years have passed, life has taken a different dimension, many new experiences have been added to my track, kaleidoscope of  happiness  and sadness has created a “quilt” that is my camouflage, I am holding on to it with all my might not to show my real pain and sorrow. Life cannot be spent by complaining or feeling sorry for oneself. Life is short and many hurdles are and will be on the track; we must cherish every moment and help others in need. To keep going, one must have a goal, a healthy attitude and a reason to live.   I do count my blessings for having been saved, being able to find purpose in life, heal my pain, both physical and emotional, by helping others. What has been learned from the harrowing WW ll? Nothing. What has been gained? Nothing. The child of WW ll goes through life suffering from the scars etched deep in heart. A frenetic search for answers for the reason of war are never found, only the results. Watching many situations become volatile, audacious, creating woe. Acrimonious clouds move over many areas and penetrates, leaving subjects barely reeling through the day. Unapologetic rhetoric floats by and disintegrates between the darkness of the odious scenery. It feels like rectitude, life itself  and integrity is disparaged. The war stole my happy childhood, I have only a memory from my lost family and my things that I loved so much. What it could not take away from me is love for life, appreciation of all what has kept me to be alive and to share my story. We must keep strong and positive; never become despondent. Life has survived on earth and will with our effort to maintain justice.