My late father fought three wars so his children and grandchildren wouldn't have to. His pedigree included Guadalcanal, Pelilieu, Inchon, the Yalu River Encampments, and the 1965 Marine landing in Vietnam. The succeeding generations in our family have not and will not forget the sacrifices of our great veterans.
I have two sons. Should the worst happen, they would be as willing as any of their ancestors to defend what we have, as even an old timer like myself would be.
The southern and western halves of my spoiled and soiled generation were always more prone to listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd, Marshall Tucker, and the Allmans, than the hippie stuff coming from the coasts. We were longhaired rednecks. David Allen Coe even wrote a song by that name.
The battle for this nation is not generation wide. Many of us boomers came to our senses before Reagan was elected and never wore a mangled military uniform or peace sign to begin with.
Speaking of Reagan, I was 10 when he was elected and 18 when he left. Clinton was the first Dem. president that I have any real memories of and that was definitely a turn off. The only thing I remember about Pres. Carter were the hostages in Iran. I will always remember the name Terry Anderson and when he finally was able to come home.