Rain of Steel
Bureau of Ships Collection, U.S. National Archives. According to the Veteran’s Administration, approximately 850 World War II vets are dying every day. There are only about two million left. Last year, I chaperoned a middle school field trip to the Warhawk Museum in Nampa, where we got to listen to some of them describe their experiences. Their hair was white and thin, their skin wrinkled and spotted. Their hands shook, their joints were rheumy; their eyes watered. Some were soft-spoken, some loud. They couldn’t always hear the questions we asked; they couldn’t hear each other. But at the end of the day, they stood arm in arm – brothers in arms still, though the war ended sixty-five years ago. I imagined another in their ranks: one who might have stood by their side. I like to imagine that he would have stood by mine. I don’t know. He was my grandfather. He died in 1984, but forty years earlier, he was in the Na...