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Depression years, then the war.
We toughed it out, got patriotic,
enlisted, meshed into the flurry,
ranged in rigid rows, obeyed.
Smashed our way to V-Day.
Now what? Slid into civilian.
Drafted machinery, wrote ads,
avoided closeness and dissent.
"Look- just let us earn some,
save some, run away to beaches,
ignore who's shot, hungry tots,
while making forty thou."
Let's watch comedians who prance,
game shows, ballroom dancing to
tinkly tunes ... forget inner peace,
God, love that gives us meaning.
Must we fight again to remember?