TheologyThoughts

With the 65th anniversary of D-Day, I am reminded that the WWII generation, "the greatest generation," has become few and far between. When I was a kid, you just had to point stick in any direction and chances were several of the adults would be WWII vets. They were, the majority of them, the true heroes, willing to lay down their lives for what they believed. I miss having them around -- they always seemed older and wiser, with a depth of experience difficult to match. That, of course, is my subjective evaluation, but this country could never have been called "great" in the latter half of the 20th century had it not been for them. "Greater love hath no man..."