From: Northwestern Georgia, USA
Just thinkin' today about my 89-year-old dad, who is a WWII vet in great shape physically and mentally. In all likelihood, he's not going to be around too much longer, but when his time comes, I think it will be more a time of reflection for me as opposed to sadness (assuming I outlive him, which is certainly not guaranteed). It's not my dad and the men (and some women) that lived long and full lives that prompt sadness, but all those young men (and some women) whose lives were cut short in the jungles or forests or seas. So, sail on, march on, fly on, Greatest Generation!