Across that vast expanses of the Great Russian степь, lies the cream of youth of the enlighten age of 20th Century Europe. The year was 1943; the great Germanic Youth Crusade against the Bolshevik Revolution had ground to a halt. The winds of history were about to change and they never saw it coming as they ventured further on that long, dusty road to the East.
Mostly, now, lost to our modern thoughts...buried in now long forgotten graves...along every mile poster of that dusty, rutted road.
More so, they have been removed...relocated to... a cluster of tutored and faded fotos collecting dust, in old, cluttered closets. They have been lost to time and removed from our thoughts mostly because the men who lead those children into the wilds of Asia had made their own deal with the devil to bring hell and destruction to millions of innocents that called the степь their home.
There is an ancient custom among many of this earth's earliest civilizations that believed that if a person is remembered then, they never die.
Here, I try to set a few of the innocent youth of greater Germany...many that left their families...many for the first time...on that brisk spring day in 1943...and, now, I seek to set them back from the fields were they have waited, hopelessly lingering for the large past of 66 years; set them back to the road...to complete their journey up to God's Judgment...I do this by remembering Franz, Kurt and the boys...by means of these paintings...they, who deserve a chance to plead their case to God. If you believe...as I do...please watch this video...hopefully, it is artistic and worthy of its goal...and worthy of your time to watch...and please take a moment to remember all that still await passage from the fields of that dusty road to the east...
awsome!
matattak101 2 years ago