Before They're Gone
When I enlisted in the Marines in early 1975, there were still people on active duty who had fought in World War II—and many more who had fought in Korea. Today, those veterans belong to a dwindling few. The youngest of the World War II generation are now approaching their hundredth year. The Korean War veterans aren’t far behind. Vietnam veterans are now in their 70s. We see them with canes, walkers, and wheelchairs. We see them sitting quietly in the corner, sometimes overwhelmed by the noise and motion around them. We see them needing help with the simplest tasks. We see some confined to beds in the final chapters of their lives. And yet, some remain remarkably strong—sharp, steady, and full of life. It can be hard to imagine them as anything other than what we see today. But we can—if we try. If we look closely, past the years etched into their faces, we can see them as they once were: seventeen… or even sixteen, having lied about their age to serve. We can see the energy, the rest...