18 year olds too.
Compare and contrast to the special snowflakes of today...
My uncle was a Marine rifleman who died at Peleliu in September 1944. Blown apart by a Japanese mortar shell as his platoon advanced across open ground. He was 18 years old; dropped out of high school to join the Corps and “do his part” during World War II.
Today’s snowflakes and cupcakes are unworthy of his sacrifice.