Remembering Them
Where did the Greatest Generation go? Upon what new soul have they passed on their proven character? Not replaced, only remembered, and only by the sons of their sons. Like majestic oaks they stood. Now youth like pines given to sway and bent with every fancied breeze. Did these stalwart forests not press into the storms of war and suffer solid that weary loss? And to whom did they pitifully complain when the World dried up in depression? No, they, as oaks whose roots ran deep through suffering, locked limbs and weathered these withering trials.
What have we done to you, oh our Youth, and exactly who are we now?
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