It saddens me every time we lose a WWII vet, because I really do believe them to be part of the greatest generation.
Maybe it's simple Americana nostalgia or something and, as discussed in the dead music thread, it's easy to see everything from childhood as better and everything current as "worse".
But it just seems as though these people (the whole generation but Vets in particular) were willing to sacrifice, often with their lives, for the greater good. Current vets would do the same, but Americans as a whole will not any longer. It's more about "what's in it for me" than "can I help you?".
It seems that every time someone like Dick Winters passes, we move incrementally from the country I wish this was to the country it is becoming / has become.
Shouldn't I be 20 years older to feel this way?
