I have often wondered whether the greatest time to have lived as an American might have been during the 1940’s. It was during that time that my parents and others of their day earned the title, “Greatest Generation.” They were the generation, who as fate determined, found themselves tasked with the purpose of defeating powerful Nazi and Imperialist aggressors, in the end preventing, or at least postponing, enslavement of the world. The state of the world then was far from ideal, which is largely my point. Relative to their time in history and the conditions of life they entered, that generation advanced the ball. They defeated their day’s enemies overseas and returned home to build a life, work on social problems, raise the next generation, my generation, and now they are practically gone.