I’m an older millennial, born 1984, recently turned 40.
My gramps was born 1909. Not only was he alive during WW2, he was of fighting age. Not only did he fight in WW2, he was actually one of the oldest guys in his unit, seeing as he was over 30 when he got drafted.
WW2 and other first half of the 20th century shit isn’t anywhere as far back in time as it feels it is.
I remember my great-grandma talking about picking cotton in the field one day, and being scared out of her mind when an airplane flew over her head. She’d come to Texas from California on a covered wagon, had never lived in a home with electricity, and hadn’t heard about the flying machine being invented.
I helped her set up an email account about a year before she died.
I’m an older millennial, born 1984, recently turned 40.
My gramps was born 1909. Not only was he alive during WW2, he was of fighting age. Not only did he fight in WW2, he was actually one of the oldest guys in his unit, seeing as he was over 30 when he got drafted.
WW2 and other first half of the 20th century shit isn’t anywhere as far back in time as it feels it is.
I remember my great-grandma talking about picking cotton in the field one day, and being scared out of her mind when an airplane flew over her head. She’d come to Texas from California on a covered wagon, had never lived in a home with electricity, and hadn’t heard about the flying machine being invented.
I helped her set up an email account about a year before she died.
You and I were both born closer to WW2 than to today.