Auch die Ewigkeit besteht aus Augenblicken

I had no idea this was happening; living in America I never paid attention to European news.

Every week they find unexploded bombs from WW2 in Germany, and experts must defuse them. This adds up to 2,000 tons of bombs and other munitions found every year, and areas are evacuated so they can be disarmed. These are American and British bombs, still dangerous, and sometimes still killing people.

Three bomb experts were killed on June 1 while trying to disarm a bomb found in Goettingen. Police were still evacuating 7,000 people from the city, but the bomb detonated unexpectedly and killed three, and injured six others on the team.

This one was discovered while construction workers were building a new sports arena. Another had been found days before in the same area, and successfully disarmed.

My man says that most bombs are found during constuction projects and highway expansions, and mostly near big cities, so the chance of one turning up in my horse pasture is very low.

In 2006 a highway crew bulldozer hit a bomb and the driver was killed in the explosion.

They say it will be another 20 years before they stop finding bombs in Brandenburg, a state surrounding Berlin.

There is a particularly dangerous type of bomb to defuse which uses a delay action chemical detonator, and as time passes, they become even more dangerous. These cannot be moved, they must be detonated or defused where they lay.

The search for bombs became easier in 1990 when America and Britain gave Germany photos taken after bombing raids. The photos show the likely location of unexploded bombs. The bombs in this photo are used for training purposes.

I'm reading now that every German state has dozens of experts at defusing WW2 bombs. Accidents are very rare.

I hear about it on the radio, another bomb found here, but until this month I didn't hear of accidents like this.

I was trying to focus on the tragedy this week, because we had our own tragedy here, and it seemed wrong to be so upset about an animal, when people were taken from their families without warning the next day.

I was wrong about the neighbor's dog. He killed Lander. I cannot understand how we could have loved that cat so much so soon, to have suffered so much at his death. My man and I both were inconsolable, and burying him together was almost more than we could handle. I keep seeing the scene as I found him in my head over and over, and it's starting to get better, but it's not going away soon. I am not sure why God let this happen, other than to tell me I am not supposed to have a cat. So I am not sure we'll keep Mercer - she is such a typical cat, in comparison to him. If she could be half the cat he was, she'll stay with us.