I'm pre-mourning the day the last WWII veteran passes.
We call many things the end of an era but for me thats the marker.
My grandad got a glass eye in the war.
My grandad got a glass eye in the war.
31-35, M
BrewCityBarfly · M
I made it a point when my kids were younger for us to meet as many as possible, including attending an Honor Flight return. The last one I met with my daughter last year at a pub when we were on a motorcycle ride. He was a regular there (only drank root beer) and was 96.
There's about 61,000 WW2 vets left, and they will probably be gone sometime in 2026 maybe into 2027, as most (if not all) are in their late 90's or older.
There's about 61,000 WW2 vets left, and they will probably be gone sometime in 2026 maybe into 2027, as most (if not all) are in their late 90's or older.
Thevy29 · 41-45, M
And so now every April, I sit on me porch
And I watch the parades pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "what are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all
And I watch the parades pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "what are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all
