Soft? Heck yes! When I was a kid, we walked 18 miles to school, uphill each way, through 6 foot snow drifts, while simultaneously baking in 120 degree heat--barefoot even, wearing clothes made from gunny sacks. Kids today--
hey get offa my lawn!
Seriously, I don't think folks are inherently any softer now. We're just fortunate that at the moment we're not having to send a couple hundred thousand kids at a time directly into oncoming machine gun fire.
As much as I admire what my father went through (he was in Italy in 1944/45), at some point the theme of "The Greatest Generation" has become too denigrating of the courage of generations both before and after WWII.[/QUOTE
Soft? Heck yes! When I was a kid, we walked 18 miles to school, uphill each way, through 6 foot snow drifts, while simultaneously baking in 120 degree heat--barefoot even, wearing clothes made from gunny sacks. Kids today--hey get offa my lawn!
Seriously, I don't think folks are inherently any softer now. We're just fortunate that at the moment we're not having to send a couple hundred thousand kids at a time directly into oncoming machine gun fire.
As much as I admire what my father went through (he was in Italy in 1944/45), at some point the theme of "The Greatest Generation" has become too denigrating of the courage of generations both before and after WWII.
That's not tough, in my day we called people like that pampered princesses. I had to walk to school 27 miles each way, uphill both ways, back when we had real snow. A little three or four foot dusting was something we laughed about. Plus we had to stop along the way and mine the coal and chop down the trees to feed the stove to keep us warm. Not to mention that we did this after getting up at 3:30 to do our chores before school.