I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.
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The latter 1940s and early '50s were a time of tense, explosive conflict, in the world at large and in the politics of our nation.
World War II brought the Greatest Generation together. Vietnam tore the Baby Boomers apart.
In the 1930s, there were so many different conflicts going on between the British, the French, the Russians, the Germans, the Spaniards, the Romanians and so on.
Our generation was born during the turmoil following the First World War. That war marked the dividing line - at least for the Western World - between the comfortable security of the 19th century and the instability and flux of our own time.
From 1941 to 1945 we won a war by enlisting the whole-hearted support of all our people and all our resources.
We're in a world war.
I was born during the war and grew up in a time of rationing. We didn't have anything. It's influenced the way I look at the world.
In the middle of the nineteenth century, the United States embarked on a new relationship with death, entering into a civil war that proved bloodier than any other conflict in American history, a war that would presage the slaughter of World War I's Western Front and the global carnage of the twentieth century.
When the new wave of terrorism came on the modern world, which is the late 1960s, early 1970s, I think we spent about a decade, the United States and our allies, trying to figure out how to deal with it.
Our family arrived in England in 1960. At that time I thought the war was ancient history. But if I think of 15 years ago from now, that's 1990, and that seems like yesterday to me.