I posted a new post on my other blog a couple of days ago.
Here is an excerpt and a link to the full post:
It seems every generation has their wars; some are just more obvious than others.
I’ve been reading a biography of the poet Siegfried Sassoon and studying the British “War Poets” of the First World War. Stories of young men struggling with the realities of war and trying to reconcile them with the peaceful, conventional world they were fighting to preserve. Many of them were young men trying to reconcile their sexuality with the roles they were raised to play in a world that was fast disappearing.
In theory, my generation had no wars. We were too young for Vietnam and too old for the first Gulf War. I remember being in my early teens when the Vietnam War ended. I remember being outside as fireworks exploded and everyone tried to make merry over the fact the Paris Peace Accords had ended a war no one had really wanted by then. I remember my neighbor, whose son had safely survived the conflict, hugging me and saying: “I’m so glad you won’t have to go to war. You are safe. We can all get back to normal.”
More: Chapter 83: Comrades in Arms | My Southern Gothic Life.