We stand on the shoulders of those who led the way. My mom called me today to read this editorial to me. She was moved to tears by it. So was I. I just had to share it with you. It was in the Columbus Dispatch (in Columbus, Ohio). I am pasting it in today—it is so eloquent and beautiful, don’t you think?
A salute to the Greatest Generation
Wednesday October 31, 2012 5:23 AM
It is an irreversible loss: Nearly 1,000 are dying every single day, and I am talking about our dads: those World War II veterans who are slipping and falling and forgetting their way to the Great Unknown.
This generation leaves in its wake a nation of educated, privileged and confused children who believed this man would be here forever and always. He was bigger than life.
We grab their fragile, blue-veined hands and take them to Washington D.C. to the memorial fountain honoring their friends. We listen to them muse about their working days, afraid to tell them the company with whom they spent their entire career has left town, through bankruptcy or buyout. We drive them past gas stations selling gasoline at more than $4 a gallon. It is too much to comprehend for these men who saw so much, yet said so little. I am dedicating Veterans Day to that generation.
To Mack and Ralph, Walter, LeRoy and Bill and the others that embarrassed us as teens, challenged us as young adults and now cripple us with their passing. I bend my knee in thanks for my dad, who brought me up and never, ever let me down.
ROBIN RENTFROW CAMPBELL