I had recommended a movie recently, my all time favorite “The Best Years of Our Lives” to a thread on FR, and someone commented in a somewhat angry way that it was a stupid time, and he didn’t want to be reminded of the death and waste...and he thought I was going to flame him.
I wouldn’t have done anything of the sort. I understand his (and your) point of view on it.
I think often of the darkness, of the uncertainty in the first six months of the war (when winning didn’t seem like a foregone conclusion as it does to many people today) that must have hung over everyone’s head, of the men going off with their loved ones wondering if they would ever see them again...the heartbreak of a telegram and the destruction of not just the lives of the men who died, but the families...
No. I understand your point of view all too well.
As someone who didn’t live through it, I view WWII as the pivotal point of my entire life. Nearly everything I have done and become in life is, in my mind, a result of dynamics that were formed in that terrible time. So I definitely see it differently. I didn’t have to live it.
“The Best Years of Our Lives” ... Let me commend you on your taste in movies, FRiend.