[ClearCase_guy]

I remember when I was in Sunday School, probably around 1970, maybe when I was 10 years old, Mr. Blair came in and talked to us about WWII and how he had helped to liberate concentration camps. He looked like a tough guy but he was clearly moved by what he had seen. I was way too young to really understand, or to thank him.

I didn't quite "get it" at the time. But I've forgotten it.

[VOA]

My brother said that one day towards the end of a spring semester, an
older prof told the class to put down their pencils...and spent the next hour
telling them about his “free Grand Tour of Europe” from Normandy to Germany.

My brother, in his late 20s was probably the oldest student.
He said the younguns looked like they had been hit with a stick after the
hour was over.

[wbill]

I didn't quite "get it" at the time. ....me either. I was 13 or 14. Figured that Grandpa would live forever (wrong) and that he'd teach a lesson so important more than once (wrong again).

If anything, I'm going to make sure my boys don't make the same mistake with my Dad. We'll see.

I've learned about most of Grandpa's war experiences after his death, either through conversations with his men (Grandmother used to get calls asking for "The Captain" all the time) or through his papers + correspondence with the War Dept.

[RushLake]

There was a kid in my 6th grade class at Jefferson Elementary School in the Wayne Michigan Community School District (1959) who was enamored with the swastika. He was forever carving it into desk tops, drawing it on books and paper. Our teacher, Mr. George Smith, who had fought in Europe finally nailed the kid. He impressed upon the kid that he would not have a hand to make those kinds of designs if he caught him again, nobody ran home to limp wrist daddy in those days about such things. The kid never did it again in that class.