Boomer...1961. Old enough to remember a bunch of WW2 vets not much past their prime, and hear first hand about what brutal bastards Hitler and Stalin were, and be totally shocked at how so many in my kids’ generation want to live under a modern (read “more efficient”) form of those abominations...but not too old to shoot some of the bastards if they try to shove the same down our throats.
Lol!
“Old enough to remember a bunch of WW2 vets not much past their prime”
I’m ten years older than you and remember in the mid 50s sitting on Dad’s old woolen USMC blanket watching the military equipment roll by during Memorial Day and Independence Day parades in town. Only ten years after the end of WW II, every family had personal connections to the war and was still deeply thankful for the allies winning the war. Little did we know how precious and fleeting those beliefs and feelings would be.