WORLD WAR TWO IN LIVING COLOR.
I subscribe to a couple of history groups
and I’ve seen some comments by younger people about World War Two.
They go along this line:
“People back then were suckers
to let the government get away with rationing things.”
“I would have been in a protest line.”
”Drafting people into the armed services… How awful!”
They are appalled to hear that you couldn’t get butter,
or rubber tires, or nylon hosiery, etc.,
and that the buses had plywood stand/sit seats
to carry more workers to defense plants.
At first I thought they were idiots, and I’m still not sure,
but I’ve come to accept this:
People who weren’t actually there during WW2
have no real 3-D concept of the time.
I was just a kid,
but I can tell you that you wouldn’t have been in a protest line.
They didn’t have protest lines.
WW 2 was not a police action or a “preemptive” strike
as you’ve seen in your lifetime.
It was a giant classic war between good and evil…
like a video game,
but with real torture and death.
Maniacs were committing genocide
and trying to take over the world.
Our country and way of life were in real danger.
It wasn’t a matter for political discussion.
The wartime mindset didn’t allow for gray areas.
You were a patriot or a traitor
because your neighbors’ kids were being slaughtered defending freedom.
You could see the stars hanging in the windows
of the families who had lost a son or daughter.
Sometimes more than one star.
I can understand how all this could sound corny
to those who have never experienced anything remotely like it.
It’s like trying to describe your hair color to a blind man.
He can learn the words, but he can’t get the picture.
People WANTED to do what they could for the war effort.
they sacrificed because it was right,
and they wanted the damn thing to be over.
This kind of mass effort and spirit of unity
is what has left a country where we can join protest lines,
ride buses with cushioned seats
and buy all the butter and gasoline we can afford.
I’ve been against virtually every war since, so I’m not a hawk.
Just telling it like it was.
Copyright © Jack Blanchard 2015