I've been tagged by...myself.

I noticed a thing on Kitty's Blog about choosing 10 events in history that you would like to go back and witness if you could. I found it interesting and, since nobody ever tags ME, I thought I’d tag myself and come up with 10 of my own. Here goes…

1. The fall of the Berlin Wall. I’ve spent quite a bit of time in Germany and been to Berlin twice. Each time I learned more about the Wall and it fascinated me. I’ve seen video of the celebrations and I just can’t even imagine how those people must have felt.

2. The crucifixion of Jesus Christ. As a Christian it would probably be too painful to watch, but perhaps no other event in history has affected my life as much as this one.

3. The debut of Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro in Vienna. I’ve always been in love with Mozart’s work. To see the genius conduct one of his operas live for the first time would be unbelievable.

4. The American liberation of Paris, WWII. What a party that must have been. And as an American, I would have been cock of the walk. Voulez vous couchez avec moi? Mais oui!

5. Battle of Britain, WWII. Not to see the destruction of London, but rather to witness first hand how a nation rallied together and became so united in the face of such dire circumstances. We like to remember how the US was so united after September 11, but imagine an entire city being bombed into the Stone Age. And how inspirational Winston Churchill was to his countrymen, regardless of political affiliations.

6. The sinking of the Titanic. As long as I didn’t go down with it of course. I’ve always been sort of fascinated by the whole Titanic story for some reason. I can’t think of many things more interesting than actually seeing it hit the iceberg and slowly go down. Especially if little Leo DiCaprio was on it...

7. Any day in the life of one of my ancestors. I used to love to listen to my grandparents tell stories of days long ago. How unbelievably cool would it be to spend a day talking to, say, your great great grandfather and seeing a little slice of where you came from?

8. D-Day. How could I not choose this one? The sacrifice and bravery of those men will never again be equaled. Ever.

9. The storming of a medieval castle. I just think it would be really cool to watch.

10. October 27th, 2004. I would be back home among all my friends watching the Red Sox finally win the World Series. I’d always planned to go home if the Sox ever made it to the show again and when they finally did, I had to stay in Italy because of a snafu with my wife’s visa. So I got up and watched every game at 3 am. I didn’t cry when I got married. I got a little misty eyed when my son was born. But when Foulke threw the ball to Mientkiewicz and it was finally over, I cried like a baby. My only regret is that I wasn’t home with all my friends to share the moment we had waited all our lives and suffered so much for.



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