Adieu mon bon monsieur.
I recently lost my Pop. He was a Korean War vet, and being one of the youngest of his family and friends, I've watched an era gradually disappear. I suppose I'll carry an appreciation for a time I never knew through knowing them, but it really sucks experiencing the feeling of an entire era just fading off.
I had an uncle who parachuted behind German lines on D-Day, three who fought in Sicily, and my Pop volunteered, yes volunteered, as an Air Force control tower operator, to sit on top of frozen Korean mountains to guide lost airplanes home.
His father had a speakeasy in eastern PA, and once WWII broke out, he had my pop and other kids run out to the trains to give the outbound troops sandwiches, and I'm sure booze haha.
I'm glad Mr.Clary was able to find some outlet after what he went through, and hope us future generations can avoid snuffing each other out because gas hit 4.29 a gallon.