Yes, it is. my late Father, a WWII vet, was born in 1917. I remember meeting a few WWI vets as a child in the 1950s and early '60s.
“I remember meeting a few WWI vets as a child in the 1950s and early ‘60s.”
My grandfather fought in the trenches in northern France during WWI. His company’s position was overrun by German troops, who walked down the trench line randomly stabbing both dead soldiers and those who may have been “playing possum.” My grandfather was one of the latter group. He survived this incident and the war, and lived the rest of his life with an ear lobe that was severed by a German soldier. He was also gassed during the war, and most likely suffered permanent physical and emotional damage from it.
Yep. Dad was a WW2 vet. My grandad was a vet of the Great War. I remember him well as I was in my 20s when he died at 90 (I think). He was a runner. I once ask why? He figured it must have been his small stature and speed afoot—though no one ever told him.
When I was a teen, my neighbor was a WW1 vet.
Along with having a tale about his wounded arm ad how he turned it to good use post-war, he told of how he bought a .38 over the counter with newspaper delivery money when HE was a teen.
Back when the Constitution meant something.