(Link via The Mountain Man.)
It’s hardly news that the generation that grew up during the Great Depression and fought and won World War II is passing quickly. I still have a difficult time getting used to that unpleasant part of reality, since my parents are members of that group. You never want to think of your parents as old–or dead.
Another thing we don’t want to think about are those little indignities that age heaps upon you–sight becomes a bit more fuzzy, the ability to perform hard work comes at a greater price and so on. But what happens when you aren’t able to visit your friends–men who you have fought with?
The men and the families of the 551st Anti-Aircraft Battalion, US Third Army have had to face that question. The Winston Salem Journal lets you know their answer to it. (Registration required, BugMeNot may work.)