I met a WW2 veteran, and I asked him: How did you deal with having to load up on benzedrine to keep going in the daytime, and then pop a sleeping pill to get a few hours of sleep so you could start the whole thing over the next day? How did guys face up to having a bad head cold, and then going up to 30,000 feet in their B-17 where they knew their ears would blow out? How could fliers over Japan leave their parachutes behind because they knew they'd be executed almost immediately when they hit the ground?
He answered, "None of that was as bad as it was during the Depression. In the service, we had steak and ice cream once in a while. The folks back home had mostly nothing. We had to do what we did so we could all have something at the end of it."
The greatest generation.




































