**Can’t watch it during this awful time. Lived through WWII myself and do not enjoy being reminded of it.**
My mother and my aunt (twins) were 15 and at home when the soldiers delivered the MIA letter from the War dept. in regard to their only other sibling. It was confirmed weeks later that he perished in his B-24 on 21 July, 1944. (he was still in it when it crashed into a lake in Germany).
Mom died Feb 2019, a month before turning 90. Her twin is 91 and in hospice now. They both had many fond memories of their big brother. (I have his high school letter sweater, and photos of the twins posing with him while he was in uniform).
I am 80+ and spent a few years under Japanese occupation in the Far East. Nothing romantic or pleasant to report. I remember my tearful mother holding me as we stood in front of a watercooled machinegun. Obviously no one pulled the trigger. Don’t know why nothing happened and I don’t know if I should be happy. Only hope that we get this country churning again soon.Virus feels as bad as the war.