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Always be thankful.

Great post.
My dad was also born in the spring of 1922, and he would have turned 95 earlier this year.
But he only lasted to age 93.
I'm thankful to have had him around as long as I did; many of his contemporaries born in the early 1920s died in the 1970s and 1980s. Not to mention all the young men who died during WWII and never got to be greats in any other field, because they didn't survive the War.

These folks survived the Great Depression, saw the last of horse-drawn wagons on our streets, witnessed airplanes replace trucks and trains and ocean liners as the primary way of moving people around the world. They grew up came of age during the war, won the war, and then promptly took over running America's military and political leadership as we faced the Cold War. People born in the 1920s were the inventors of so many things we take for granted today, but were cutting-edge technology 50 years ago. And they were generally good family men and women, raising kids into a higher standard of living and providing them better educations they they had (this is something parents today are probably not going to be able to say-- that their kids will have a better life then they themselves had).

My hat's off to The Greatest Generation.

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