May 31, 2004:  Memorial Day. The World War II Memorial in
Washington DC was dedicated today, and I'd like to remember
three soldiers of that conflict who meant a lot to me: Frank
Duntemann (my father) and Steve Ostruska (Carol's father) who
fought in WWII, and Robert Williams of Nacedah, Wisconsin, who
fought and died in the Pacific before he could return home to
marry my mother.  Much has been written about "the Greatest
Generation," and this weekend the papers tossed out some
statistics indicating that no other generation ever had the
strength of civic committment as those born between 1915 and
1930. One has to ask why they were different. The New Agers say
that they were all highly advanced souls reincarnated here at
that time to counter the Nazi madness, and until recently that
was as good an explanation as any I'd seen, heh. However, it's
also possible that a high percentage of children born in that
time were born of women who didn't touch a drink at all during
their pregnancies. Most of the Greatest Gen