Croatia: (Prop. Noun): a country in South East Asia, formerly a part of Yugoslavia.
I’m nearly positive.
There must be a lovely little restaurant in Hiroshima that serves a tasty bird’s nest soup.
Likewise, Nagasaki probably has gorgeous parks for walking and sitting and talking.
I once saw a brochure about the beaches of Vietnam, advertising how spacious and clean they are.
I have no trouble thinking about Hawaii as a utopian climate of perfection.
And Pearl Harbor must surely be a fine location. Still, it is difficult for me to imagine it without seeing attacking airplanes and burning boats.
I am also incapable of thinking of Hiroshima and Nagasaki without envisioning flaming ruins from atomic explosions.
And if I do actually consider the beaches of Vietnam, it would be with the arrival of American Marines, under fire.
Likewise, when I hear the word Croatia, what comes to my mind is war.
I am inundated with visions of tragedy, genocide and crimes.
For you see, sometimes I get very tired of my American brain.
I love my country. I’m patriotic, but the limited scope my mind possesses when I hear certain words rings a false note and is definitely tiresome.
Can I see an American Indian—a Native—without thinking about Custer’s Last Stand?
And have I gotten past all my imagery from the movies, about black men and women huddled together as slaves?
I will agree it is sometimes good to be reminded of past sins, frailties, atrocities and horrible deeds.
Yet it is equally as good to be refreshed with visions of hope, possibility and brotherly love.