My dad’s era.
He was a young man, WWII was around the corner, and he walked the streets of North Philly like the giant he (and his generation) was...
WWII came and he was Airborne, first glider and then paratrooper, and that was the world that molded him and made him the man he was.
Thanks for posting that, NRx.
What a time to be alive, that must have been.
I agree, but I do try to keep in mind what an uncertain and frightening time that must have been, 1941-1942.
But the common purpose...how powerful that must have been.
Even then, they had the labor unions that went on strike while our men were fighting. Good God.
I often wonder how people in those unions who had husbands, fathers, and sons fighting in that war in combat could even allow their leadership to put them on strike.