Every few years I post this up, to keep the historical record alive. My mother wrote this.

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24. My Dad was a Marine pilot

I was born in 1950 so the war was very fresh. Most of my early memories involved the switch to The Commies becoming the threat and the enemy, but WWII seemed a constant presence: a "good" war where the sides were very simple: where good triumphed over unspeakable evil and the USA saved the world.
I regret some of the horrible fights I had with my Dad when I was protesting a Bad war that was killing my friends in jungles of Southeast Asia. But my Dad's defense of that war - based on the simple idea that one had to support his country - faded as he saw the friends I grew up with coming home in caskets at 19 and 20 years old.

Thank you so much for posting this. It brought back of memory of a simpler time when wrong and right were clear and we knew we were the good guys and could always be counted on to do the right thing. I can now appreciate how bewildered our parents (who had actually helped to save the world) must have been when they saw a generation protesting against their country, and then how much worse their emotional anguish must have been as they realized that maybe this time their country wasn't on the right side if history.