The Next Great Generation

My father was a medical assistant stationed in Okinawa during World War 2. Growing up I remember his frequent war stories - the high buzz of enemy aircraft, the huge insects and what passed for food. As I recall he never saw much combat, but he returned from the war forever changed, an exemplar of the "Great Generation."

During the Sixties, Vietnam and the British Invasion left my dad shell-shocked. He never seemed to understand much less appreciate this new generation. Long hair, loud music and peace protests didn't fit in the America he loved and served. But he loved his three children and went about the duty of providing for his family and putting us kids through college.

He died when I was a senior in college and just beginning to appreciate his sacrifice. It has taken me years since to understand the connection between those who serve their country and those of us who are free to enjoy life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. My father never saw himself as one of the Great Generation, but only shaping the Next Great Generation.