The Luckiest Generation

Dad would have been 97 today, a most beauteous day, as many of his birthdays were. I've been thinking a lot about Dad's generation, often called the "greatest." I think you could make a case that it was one of the luckiest, too.

Born into a Depression, members of Dad's generation were schooled in poverty and deprivation. They learned early to rely on themselves. Families were close then, and many were multi-generational.

Dad joined the Air Force before he was drafted, and thus began the most romantic and far-flung chapter of his life. He was a preacher's kid from Kentucky who was suddenly touring European capitals (albeit from 25,000 feet while scrunched into the tail gunner's seat of a B-17).

Afterward, Dad's generation returned to sweethearts and GI loans and one of the greatest economic expansions of all time. They came back to joy and acclaim. They had saved the free world, after all. That's a lot to do before the age of 30.

Medicine matured as they did. They lived much longer than they would have had there been no antibiotics or bypass surgery. Which is not to say they did not suffer. But most of them lived lives neatly tucked between the 1918 Flu and COVID-19.

Which means that, world-events-wise, Dad's generation suffered more at the beginning of their life span than the end. They came of age expecting little and left this world with much. They didn't have it easy, but they did have it early. One of the greatest generations? Absolutely. But one of the luckiest, too.