I remember getting on a C-130 in 1979 when the Sandinista Army overthrew Somoza. We were evacuated from Nicaragua to Panama. I will never forget. I was drawing cars in my bedroom (7 years old) and my mom threw a suitcase on my bed and told me to put all my clothes in the case. The next AM, our lives changed.
I remember living in Bogota, Colombia from 1980-1983. To conserve electricity you had power three to four nights of the weeks. We did our homework by Coleman lantern. When the power would come back on the M-19 would blow another terminal down. We could not go beyond the block to play for fear of kidnapping or robbery.
I remember sitting on the can in Santiago, Chile in 1984. A car bomb went off two blocks away, rattling the house and sending chunks of car into our back yard. They had a shoot first curfew in the late night early am.
I remember watching the value of the Austral in Buenos Aires Argentina go from 1 to 1 with the dollar to 14 to one with the dollar in under two years.
I remember a lifetime of seeing truly poor and destitute people with little or no hope. The favelas in Rio de Janiero for example.
I remember the simple life of the people in Paraguay who lived day to day on next to nothing, had little in terms of material possessions, yet seemed to not look for hand outs or blame the world for their circumstances.
I remember the faces of every Iraqi family I disrupted when my boys would kick doors in looking for bad guys.
I remember that all.
Thank whatever you thank, that you were born in a country where things like this are not the day to day standard.
---Crusader