by Richard Dysinger
It was a beautiful day for a parade; the bagpipes blared down Main Street and Broadway. Then the brass band, followed by Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Brownies, Young veterans, Vietnam Veterans, Korean Veterans, Veterans on Harley Davidson’s and even Peace Veterans. The Fire Trucks were last and made the turn down Cedar Hill to continue the celebration in Memorial Park.
About halfway through the parade there was a group of three cars. In them were elderly men in their commemorative caps and shirts. They do not march in these parades anymore. They ride in air conditioned cars. They are in their 80’s born in years like 1925, 26, 27. They came from places like Salinas California, Springfield Illinois, and the Bronx. They were trained to be warriors and many of them were bivouacked right down the road in Camp Shanks. They were shipped off to fight in places like Anzio, Antwerp, Caen, Tripoli, Okinawa. They stood down two highly industrialized nations who had vowed to destroy us and had conquered half the world before they were stopped, pushed back and ultimately defeated. These men and many more like them fought a great war in places the names of which they had possibly learned in their Public School Geography classes, but never dreamed as young teenagers that they would ever visit, let alone fight for and die in. It has been 65 years since the end of that war. The Nations who vowed to destroy us are now our allies; we drive in their cars and visit their cities with casual impunity. All this in the span of a single lifetime.
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