Dreams of war

The other day we were hiking in a Shelton park and a military helicopter flew low over us. We both stared up at it, thinking the same thing - if we were somewhere else right now, we would be afraid for our lives.

Last night I dreamt I was back in Germany and Russia attacked Germany. A fighter plane flew toward me and unleashed a stream of missles. They seemed to be aimed far away but soon they circled back toward me. I took shelter in a sturdy building which was full of people who weren't scared at all, they didn't seem to care.

I was called upon to respond to help refugees arriving in Germany a week ago. This would have been the most important work I've done for the Red Cross. And I'm not there to help. I have to trust and pray that my colleagues can get time off work and get out there to the refugee shelters. 

I don't know what will happen but if I can help next month, I'm there.

We're going to the Pearl Harbor memorial in Honolulu next week. I keep thinking about what inspired the Japanese to attack America - trade sanctions.