I agree wholeheartedly with you Padawan. As a youth I'd go up to our local vet's home and talk with them for school and Boy Scout projects. I remember one gentleman who would beam and get all excited when I'd come by. All he wanted was someone to talk to. He even went so far to tell me that it was strange how his family had put him in that home and rarely if ever came to see him. He said it was if he had already died. I can't tell you how much that broke my heart. As a vet myself now I look at the all real possibility that I may someday be in that same home.
I was never in combat (except getting shot at by a drunk farmer with a 30-06), but this weekend after seeing Pearl Harbor I spoke with my mother about the war and asked why it never seemed to affect her. She then broke down and told me of a love who died in January of 1945. She then proceeded to bring out an old shoe box with pictures and letters and it really "freaked" me out. I knew of several things my mother had went through in life but to see how this affected her 55 years later made me realize the loss everyone went through in that generation and how they closed the door on so many feelings. We owe so much for our freedom and I must say it pisses me off to no end to see how most young adults and youth turn there backs on those who gave them their freedom.
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