(What does a) Road Show? Post (non)Civil War post

"Back, on the road again..." Where else but the one that inevitably leads one, back home again, after vacationing, participating in the annual pilgrimage, or even to pay homage...

"The road to Damascus" Which deserves the quotation marks, given how many times it's been quoted to, for example, convey, a dramatic conversion of a former persecutor-turned-proselytizer, eventually even canonized as a "Saint"...Paul. Or, in current times, in a highly dramatic version, what one might encounter, if one dared to look...

Syrian soil spoiled: With, what in post wartime talks, amount to the "spoils" of war -- property, profits, warring parties -- which now litter the landscape. After the 13 years, or so, of civil war (a common, simple way to distinguish it from warring spirits between nations, as opposed to the other definition of what "civil" behavior might look like) have ravaged and damaged not only the capital, which earned it the dubious distinction by Guinness as one of the least livable, along with Aleppo, and a host of others you might gather a glimpse, while walking...along with remnants of a "rebel stronghold" which held on long enough to liberate some horrific, behind-the-scenes prisons, releasing hundreds which had literally, not seen the light of day, for periods that could only be etched on the walls, of history...

"Let it be written" And spoken about, so that such horrors of history, not be repeated... 

“All roads lead to...Rome” It all depends on where you call home, once again. And only after years of reconstruction, following all the destruction, around here. A place, once a great empire, laid to ruin (this, in part revealed by studying what else, but ancient ruins). As well as their, they're, and over there...if "World News" this morning is any indication, of the current count in the millions, of displaced people, some of whom have given birth to a few new generations, while tucked safely inside a refugee camp…

“Far from home..." As it couldn’t happen here, or “why didn’t they see it coming?” So quick to judge, we are, us students of history. One which is replete, complete with a myriad of more meaningful memories as to why…

“It's not my place"...Do an about face, look in the mirror of our own historical narrative…which should, bring us to the conclusion, in the presence of humility, it's “not my place to judge, when I haven’t walked in their shoes…it's a long walk home”

“Keep a look-out” And at the next out-post here, as to what can happen if you fail, to do so - “Here Yugo again…”