It's after midnight on the US east coast, well after midnight in Europe, so I'm a day late and as dollar short, but yesterday was the 60th anniversary of
VJ DayThank a Vet. Also thank your parents and/or grandparents who suffered loss of life, loss of children's lives and deprivations of food, fuel and other necessities so that you (European and American) can live the lives you take for granted.
My father served in the US Navy in WW2. He wasn't in the D Day invasion, he wasn't wounded, he wasn't a "hero". He served on North Atlantic convoy ships that made several crossings, any one of which could have been, but weren't, sunk. He performed his duty and came home alive. That's heroic enough for me.
When the war was over my mother and father raised five children in a loving, Christian home. They were married for 50+ years and only death parted them.
They didn't beat or abuse us but I felt a belt on my backside once or twice (let's just say I was a somewhat rebellious child). We didn't call it "abuse", we called it "punishment" or "correction" and, as my father said, "this will hurt me more than it will hurt you". I know now that he was right and maybe a few more kids today need a good belt on the backside.
We had to go to church, every Sunday morning. Parents and kids, and good old Presbyterian Sunday School, too! Guess what, I learned more Bible in those 6-15 year old years than I have learned in the rest of my life.
What else did I learn in church? Amazing music - Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, even Wagner. I didn't appreciate it at the time but I certainly can now (many years later).
They are both gone now but of all of the heroes of that era I can not think of any two people that I could ever respect more.
These are the people that won WW2. I thank God that there were millions of people across the USA that were just like them and that I was privileged to be raised by two of them.
The Greatest Generation? I doubt they thought they were. I think they thought of themselves as ordinary people living ordinary lives. I don't think my father would ever have envisioned me as thinking of him as a "war hero" - but I do every day.