#Vday ….the real Valentine’s Day
V-day for me will forever be Victory Day. Victory Day marks the end of World War II in Europe, specifically the capitulation of Nazi forces to the Allies. That day, war ceased in Europe. Without which my grandparents wouldn’t have found each other. Without which my father would never have been conceived, and which of course without which I would have never been conceived.
V-day is more important, more significant, and a greater icon for love than any Valentine’s day sonnet could ever be. It marked the end of the bloodiest war in human history. A war that saw atrocities on an immeasurable scale. Where young men and women were willing to give their lives for the price of freedom in countries they’ve never seen for people they’ve never met. What an act of love is this. What piece of chocolate or fragrant flower could ever compare.
Valentine’s Day is an ill conceived notion where couples, or non-couples are guilt-ed into professing or acting out displays of so called affection. To those that have reverence for this stupid “holiday” I would ask you if your significant other truly loved you. For if they did there would not have to be a specific day on which they felt the obligation to publicly pronounce it.
Truest love is never boiled down to a single gift, or a single act, but is revealed through many meaningful gestures through the bright and the bitter times.