Designating the people of the WWII era as the Greatest Generation has brought questions to my mind, but I have come to this conclusion.
We in this nation were a united people dedicated to winning the war, and our patriotism at that time has never been exceeded.
It was a time when everyone was involved in buying war stamps or bonds, collecting string, metal, chewing gum wrappers or anything that we were told would help the war effort.
People who smoked rolled their own so that the service men could have theirs. We had rationing of gas, shoes and sugar among other things.
We had box suppers to raise money, knitted sweaters for the Red Cross to deliver to the soldiers, marched in parades, sang patriotic songs and felt we were an active part in protecting our country.
Movies and newsreels were centered around the war effort and its progress. Everyone’s attention was centered on the war.
We have not seen anything like this before or since.
Those of us who lived through that era still remember what it was like to love our country unconditionally and to back our military in our activities and prayers.
The servicemen of that era are now dying so rapidly that they will soon be game as will those of us who were too young to be in the military or serve on the home front.
They should always be remembered with an outpouring of respect and love for their dedication and unity.
That being said, we should also recognize the soldiers who came back from an unpopular war to be met with jeers and malice.
They perhaps are our greatest heroes for fighting a war without the backing and loving assurance from “back home”or of having the expectation of a heroes welcome.
They came back quietly and with patience waited for our tormented national soul to find an outlet in a black marble wall built to finally recognize them as the heroes they truly are.
In recognition of all those who have chosen to serve their country including those with their lives, I salute you. May we never forget. Got Bless you all.
Norma Christian Raymondville
