Every Generation Who Volunteers To Serve Should Be Called ‘The Greatest Generation’

I was walking down a street in New York City a while ago and saw a man at least twenty years younger than me wearing a prosthetic limb. He was, in fact, ambling along quite well and as such I was impressed with his clear ability to overcome a difficult situation I cannot even fathom.

He also wore a camouflaged fatigue cap and military tan t-shirt with the words “Operation Iraqi Freedom” emblazoned on the chest. And I thought to myself: here is a man who has given so much. Certainly as much as many a veteran of World War II had. Indeed a piece of himself, for a cause that had no victory. No surrender ceremony in Tokyo Bay. No ticker tape parade.