War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

a young vet bids adieu to a old vet

I had a message come in from one of the young vets. One of his elders, a Second World War veteran, has died. The young veteran wrote, It’s the first funeral I’ve ever been to for an old guy. This young vet has been to ramp ceremonies or funerals for 35 of his comrades and friends by the age of 27.

We are watching the last of the greatest generation leave us. The more I read about them, the more I remember them and their stories, the more I truly do believe they were the greatest. These were kids who grew up in the Depression, signed up for the war, fought in unbelievably harsh circumstances, came home and raised all of us.

What will millennials say of us fifty years hence? I wonder.

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