My father-in-law was a navigator in the 525th Bombardment Squadron, 379th Bombardment Group(Heavy) at Kimbolton, England during World War II. It wasn't until late in his life he began to recount some stories of his time there, and most of what he shared was more lighthearted than serious. His B-17(g) was named "London Avenger" and was paid for with pennies donated by schoolchildren in England and christened by the Queen. He and his crew members were more than a little disappointed because they had wanted to be able to design & paint their own risque nose art, but couldn't because of the political implications. Only when reading through his matter-of-fact recounting of the 35 missions he flew do you begin to get an idea of what he endured for his country and the world.
My mother's second husband joined the Marines as soon as he was old enough, and since it was late in the war, passed through basic and advanced infantry training rapidly. He spent some very memorable time training and practicing amphibious assaults on Maui with the 4th Marines before heading out to his first real combat. He made it ashore on a little island named Iwo Jima, and lasted almost half of his first day before having a chunk of oriental metal try to take off his head. He spent a great deal of time recovering in Pearl Harbor, San Diego and other Navy Hospitals, but was finally able to stand after more than a year. He experienced neurological difficulties, pain and muscle weakness for the rest of his life, but he still lived that life to the fullest.
These three men and their lives were my personal reminders of the selfless contributions made by what has become known as "The Greatest Generation." The war they were willing to give their lives in winning has been referred to as the last "good" war, meaning most people understood why our country was fighting, knew who our enemies were, and supported those soldiers, sailors, marines and airmen who were actively engaged in the conflict.
Today we are engaged in a conflict which is spanning our world. This war, for there is no other word for it, doesn't have the support of the American people, who are divided, based more on their political leanings than any critical thinking. People get tangled up in the politics, and try to blame one politician or the other, but it is OUR war and it affects us all, like it or not. Those who try to characterize it as a "good" war or a "bad" war are complete fools! There are no good wars, only necessary ones which we wish we didn't have to fight. That's one of the first things most soldiers learn...the only good war is the one they don't have to fight, because they are the ones who pay the price.
Yesterday we learned that yet another soldier had paid that ultimate price in Afghanistan as a result of an encounter with an improvised explosive device. This was a hometown boy the age of my daughters. He won an appointment to West Point out of high school, graduating and going on to become an Army Ranger, then into Special Forces and earned the right to wear the Green Beret. This month of July has the dubious distinction of having the greatest number of casualties since we entered the country nine years ago.
These brave young men and women who are going in harm's way every day on our behalf are the ones who need and deserve whatever comfort & support we can provide. Those residents of our country(I can't call them citizens) who refuse to support their troops because they don't agree with the politics of someone they blame for starting this war; for not waging it the way they want; or for not ending it as quickly as they'd like, need to engage in some personal soul-searching. If you must, play political games with your own life, but give these brave warriors what they need to do our country's bidding and then let them do their job.
