The lives of some of the 650 World War II veterans who die each day
It's sad but the progression of time is relentless. These were the adults
of my youth; my parents and their contemporaries. They were young, vital and
focused individuals in my memory, and they were what I thought adults should be.
Some had obvious scars from the war, some less so, but we never asked them to
talk about it. The stuff they talked about doing on the home front was harrowing
enough. The truly don't make 'em like that anymore.
If anyone wants to read a great book about WWII, I highly suggest--With the Old
Breed at Peleliu and Okinawa. Once you start, you can't put it down. It
is not for the faint of heart though.