I was watching a documentary on the Military Channel about WW2 the other evening, probably one that I've seen already but still enjoy. As they did the interviews with
the veterans that lived it, it suddenly occurred to me that there will be a day when we no longer have a living representative from that generation who actually was there. What
a sad day that will be when all we have left are films, photos, and the printed word of the Greatest Generation.
I grew up a child of WW2 so to speak. My Dad, uncles, my Dad's friends, all served in WW2. My mother's and my aunts memories were all WW2-centric; life on the homefront.
My Dad spent 4.5 years in the Pacific and when amongst family, only talked of the
humorous events and aspects of life in a foxhole. But, amongst his veteran friends, the talk was more somber and events recalled were not so lighthearted. It's threads like these
that remind us that time doesn't stop and it passes quicker than we think.
I'm glad that we're living in an age where we can record their recollections so that what they gave in terms of blood and treasure, will never be forgotten.