Yesterday, August marked the anniversary of Japan’s surrender in World War II, thus ending the war. War weary, the people in this country, so says history, didn’t say, "We won!" but instead "The war is over!"
Wife Mary related an interesting anecdote in regards to the timing. She was born today, August 15, 1945, sixty-two years ago. I was 3 ½ years old and don’t remember this, but apparently there was much celebrating starting on the 14th. When it came time for her to be born they had to search for the doctor who was out celebrating himself. Details are a bit hazy after that, but they must have found him since she got delivered.
To commemorate her birthday, I wrote this poem:
I guess you can say the years really flew.
Here you are already at sixty-two,
but won’t you agree,
it’ll sure be nice to collect Social Security!!!
