10 years out of the kult, visiting my 6 Uncles and Grandfather in the veterans cemetery a few years ago, all decorated wwII combat veterans, and realizing, for the first time, at 53 yrs of age . . . the sacrifices they made for ME and MY freedoms.
I felt ashamed, sad, and elated all at the same time.
Ashamed because I never sought their friendship, association, or wisdom when they were alive. Because of the Kult.
Sad because I was not in their circle of friends and did not know them when they were alive. Because of the Kult.
Elated because I am finally free and can begin to get to know my surviving relatives.
Since then I have become the default family chronicler/historian/Grave Tender. Two of those Uncles are actually named in historical books relating to the campaigns they fought in.
Me . . . . I was selling worthless deceptive/subversive literature door to door . . . while they were alive. Now they are gone.