reply to post by AllSeeingI
Almost two days and no responses.
I would, therefore, assume that you are 100% correct in all your basic assumptions.
Frankly, having been born in 1948, shortly after the end of the war, and growing up in those "halcyon" days, my understanding of the issues is
probably different from yours (age, experience, wisdom, or lack of it on my part)...
It seems to me, regardless of causative factors (Roosevelt lying, etc.) that Ken Burns, and he's not all that original, just better organized than
most, made a tribute to what is often referred to as the "Greatest Generation". The idea in his documentary (this time) isn't so much as to
glamorize war, or to create a mindset of acceptance, as it is one, wherein he praises a generation, and explains why he does so.
That generation came from an era of isolationism, Andy Hardy, Buzby Berkley, 23-Skidoo, and innocence, for the most part (if the movies and news reels
are to be believed) to one that eventually, for better or worse, led us to where we are today. That generation led us from Saddle-Oxford shoes,
baggy pants, and black and white issues of good versus evil to the point where we are today. A point wherein we have to have forums like ATS, because
we no longer trust or believe what we are told by those very people we elect to lead us into the future.
Those folks were either quaintly “citified”, or as in the case of my Mother and Father, pretty rural. For instance, I still have the .22 caliber
rifle that my Mother used to kill hogs on the farm as a child, and she would be in her 80s today, had she survived. My father went on to become some
sort of specialized “kill craft” trained warrior in WWII. They lived together for 26 years, or so, after the war, before he got the itch and
moved out to join in a relationship with a younger woman, whom he still lives with and loves, in spite of her having Altzheimer's disease, or some
variant. I don’t know, exactly… He and I have not spoken in about 20 years (His choice, not mine), due to some perceived insult to his new wife
that I purportedly made all those years ago. I guess there’s no accounting for a guilty conscience, but that is a whole ‘nother story.
Those years, as I understand the story learned at my folks knees in the old days were years, in which, real, or imagined, the people in the US were
quite content to be slowly rolling along in their little reality. They didn’t really care all that much that a war was raging in Europe, and had
little to no idea, at all, that people were being killed in ovens and the other horrors that were occurring.
Those folks were in an age of “innocence” for want of a better word. The counry was still in depression, and folks were trying to simply survive
and all without the ability to post on the internet, talk to Uncle Fred on the phone every day, and certainly no air conditioning. It wasn’t all
that easy. Self serving survival was the rule of the day for the common man. And so, when we went into the war, and all the sacrifices became
necessary (or not, depending on who you believe) that generation rose to the occasion, and took it in stride and carried on.
Even with the possibility of lies, damned lies and statistics that Franklin D. Roosevelt, and his government, used to get us into the war, one cannot
take away from the generation that rose to the challenge. One cannot take away from the sacrifice that a generation made in order to insure that the
lights, in fact, did not go out all over the world, at the hands of the axis powers. That the democracies and other less brutal/evil governments did
not go quietly into that dark night that I, honestly, believe would have occurred, in spades, had the Axis Powers taken down the Allies.
That’s just my 2 cents, and I could be wrong, but I kinda’ doubt it…