WHAT I MISS MOST...

 

During WWII years, I wasn’t yet in my teens.  But close.

 

I remember those days like they were engraved inside—events that shook everyone around me. Events which will be

forever a part of my life, placed on my plate to taste and digest for that brief time of history.

 

The strange irony of it is that, horrible as it was, even today there are parts which I wish never ended—that were it possible to sneak back, I would welcome a return visit to savor some of it.

 

How can that be? 

 

You may be unable to understand what I am saying here, but it’s only because you didn’t exist then.

 

You see, the America of that time was so different. Everyone understood sacrifice, values worth fighting for; patriotism, one nation under God, honesty and hard work. We didn’t make up escuses for wrong behavior, nor glorify corrupt and cowardly

individuals.  Respect and honor were reserved for those deserving of it. 

 

I search for it.  I look for every leftover fragment somewhere in this nation of mine.  Yes, there are still some, but they are no longer the majority.  Porn, same-sex marriage, drugs, filthy conversation, fornication, lying, stealing, and so much more have filled the swirling open-cesspool of our society.  We cry inside, like righteous Lot living in Sodom, but feel the helplessness that lets us recognize that same War is being fought over again.  Now.

 

But what hurts the most--- is that the kids and grandkids of this generation find it so hard to understand why...

 

MARY E ADAMS