I spent this morning in Newburgh, NY with a friend and two veterans. One is 89 years old. He signed up on Dec. 8, 1941 and served as a navigator on a B-24 in the South Pacific. He came home in 1946.
The other gentleman served in Korea.
Four of us planted American Flags at gravesites at the local cemetery.
The number of newly interred WWII Veterans drove home the point that this most excellent generation of Americans is rapidly passing from the scene.
It frightened me, as well.
We represent the "act to follow," the feet for the too-large shoes.
We have a responsibility to carry on.
I pray to God we're up to the challenge.
We are up to the challenge. Thanks for reading.