I don't know how I feel about having a set of war medals and personal affects related to them. Yes, they are part of my family's history and "heirlooms" of a sort...but they never belonged to them - they were spoils of war. I don't even know how they were acquired. Were they stripped from the dead where they lay, taken during surrender, traded for amongst other members of their unit or civilians during (or after) the war? The value of awards bestowed by long deceased governments is entirely subjective, beyond how much precious metal they can be melted down into. I'm reminded slightly of a scene from Black Lagoon, during which Revy monologues about the meaningless of being sentimental over awards like this beyond what price they can fetch at a market. Perhaps I'm overthinking this, and should just appreciate the awards as what they are - fragments of history from a far-off time that I've come into possession of by no effort nor fault of my own.
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