The same here. Love and compassion come in many shapes and forms and I have also noticed that it becomes easier for me to respond to that kind of (perhaps more covert) love and compassion. I can see it in the relationships with my loved ones that are getting better and better, and as a result we all change OSIT.I've learned to recognize love and compassion much better even it is not said directly or aloud.
This may be a bit off topic, but I recently had a conversation with one of my loved ones about WWII and we were discussing the fact that it was not just the Nazis but the allies that bombed parts of Dutch infrastructure, which left quite a few civilians dead, something we don't get to hear often AFAIK. Thank you for mentioning it. To this day I still feel apprehensive when I hear choppers or small planes flying over at low altitude, so that could be a part of war trauma that was passed on to the next generations. An old friend of mine used to say that the Dutch people never processed the war, which makes sense.I remember visiting my Grandma in a suburb of Vancouver when I was small. There are show jets called Snowbirds that were practicing in the area, flying low over the houses in formation. When they flew over her house, she had a panic attack, a flashback form the time when she was a little girl in Holland during WWII - a time when planes flying overheard had a much different meaning.
I was thinking the same thing. Reading about the horrors of the war against Napoleon was very informative and harrowing, but at the same time helpful for people whose lives were impacted by war in whatever way, shape or form. I noticed that I was almost literally absorbing that information, like a sponge, as Balogh describes how everyday life and everyone living it is impacted. No ordinary people could close their eyes to the reality any longer, soldiers and civilians. And indeed as you said we may live to see another great change, and we can make a choice as to how we wish to respond to that reality on the ground and get prepared mentally, emotionally and spiritually?In Ellen's scene, and through the recollection of being with my Grandma, I could finally access the horrors of the great changes that may be coming our way. I don't know if any of us will be called on to receive the wounded in the way Ellen was... but may it be so that if we are indeed called to that duty, that we can be worthy of that call, and do what we can in the spirit of her example, her dignity and dedication.