To the editor:
I was born and raised spanning the early 50’s to the early 70’s. I treasured time with my very busy father and one way to receive it was going with him to our local V.F.W. Post. The deal was I could drink pop and eat peanuts but had to stay quiet and listen. Even though The War had concluded 15 years earlier, many times these veterans’ memories spilled out with painful, tragic and regretful stories.
Each experience was unique, but a remembered justification involved them going “there” so authoritarian types — Hitler,Tojo and Mussolini didn’t reach our shores.
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