December 31, 1946 is the official date for the ending of
World War II
“Presidential Proclamation 2714 (61 Stat. 1048) was signed by President Harry S. Truman on December 31, 1946, to officially declare the cessation of all hostilities in World War II.”
I was thinking about this. I was thinking about the thinning ranks of
all the World War II veterans. That
period is often referred to as ‘The Greatest Generation.’ The designation applies to not only the
veterans (who we should all honor), but also to the civilian population that
sacrificed so much to win the War… particularly the grieving families of the soldiers,
seaman, and airmen who never returned.
But that was then and this is now. It makes one wonder if that revered
generation is the last ‘great’ generation for this United States. That said...
The following poem came to mind.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling
fast,
And he sat around the
Legion,
Telling stories of the
past.,
Of a war that he once
fought in
And the deeds that he had
done,
In his exploits with his
buddies;
They were heroes, every
one.
And 'tho sometimes to his
neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened
quietly
For they knew where of he
spoke.
But we'll hear his tales
no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed
away,
And the world's a little
poorer
For a Veteran died today.
He won't be mourned by
many,
Just his children and his
wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a
family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note
his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave
this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their
passing,
And proclaim that they
were great.
Papers tell of their life
stories
From the time that they
were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and
unsung.
Is the greatest
contribution
To the welfare of our
land,
Some jerk who breaks his
promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and
strife,
Goes off to serve his
country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he
lives,
Are often
disproportionate,
To the service that he
gives.
While the ordinary
Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension,
small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and
ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now
enjoys.
Should you find yourself
in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some
cop-out,
With his ever-waffling
stand?
Or would you want a
Veteran
His home, his country, his
kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the
end.
He was just a common
Veteran,
And his ranks are growing
thin,
But his presence should
remind us
We may need his likes
again.
For when countries are in
conflict,
We find the Veteran's
part,
Is to clean up all the
troubles
That the politicians
start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear
the praise,
Then at least let's give
him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple
headline
In the paper that might
say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY. ”
Author 'Unknown
True Nelson