The guys who won World War II and that whole generation have disappeared, and now we have a bunch of teenage twits.

My dad was a big admirer of Sergeant York stories from the First World War.

The U.S. military was segregated 'til the Korean War, and the blacks in World War Two were totally segregated.

I was drafted during the Korean War. None of us wanted to go... It was only a couple of years after World War II had ended. We said, 'Wait a second? Didn't we just get through with that?'

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

A not-too-distant explosion shakes the house, the windows rattle in their sockets, and in the next room the class of 1964 wakes up and lets out a yell or two. Each time this happens I find myself thinking, "Is it possible that human beings can continue with this lunacy very much longer?" You know the answer, of course.