Last week we lost a classic member of the Greatest Generation—and one of my special heroes. In WWII Mitchell Flint answered his country’s call and became a decorated Navy fighter pilot in the Pacific war. Three years later Mitch answered another call: He joined a ragtag band of volunteer airmen who went to the newly founded nation of Israel, which was under siege by five invading Arab armies. Flying a mishmash of contraband warplanes—Messerschmitts, Spitfires, Mustangs, T-6s —Mitch and his fellow volunteers achieved a miracle: They saved the new nation. In his later life Mitch was a successful lawyer, a father, a commander in the Navy Reserve. Until his death last Saturday at age 94 , he remained what he had always been: a modest, patriotic, and kindly gentleman. My book, Angels in the Sky, is dedicated to Mitchell Flint. So long to a great American.
Were they, in fact, the greatest?
Not if you listen to them. One of the hallmark qualities of their generation has always been humility. Most will tell you that they were quite ordinary, no greater than any other generation of Americans. Greatness, they would have you believe, was not something they sought.
Perhaps. But consider the facts. This was the generation who, after growing up in the greatest of depressions, was summoned to fight in the greatest of all wars. Over sixteen million of them lined up to answer their country’s call. In battles on land, sea, and in the air, over 400,000 gave their lives. They defeated the Axis powers, freed Europe, crushed the Third Reich, conquered the Empire of Japan. These were the men and women who, literally, saved the world for democracy.
The Greatest Generation? Without question.
This week, the seventieth anniversary of the mightiest seaborne invasion in history, is an appropriate time to reflect on the Greatest Generation and our connection to them. As you reflect, consider this: today’s young Americans—teens and pre-teens—have the same generational relationship with the Greatest Generation as these old veterans had with . . . imagine this . . . Civil War veterans. When the men and women of the Greatest Generation were in their early teens, thousands of Civil War veterans were still alive, telling stories, sharing history.
This is a powerful concept. It means that when you shake the hand of one of these heroes of the Greatest Generation, you become part of this generational continuum that goes back to the Civil War and beyond. It means you are connecting with history.
Time is short. Take the opportunity this week to seek out one of these veterans. Clasp his hand, listen to his stories, thank him for his service. Make your connection with history. For the rest of your life you'll be glad you did.
THE PRESIDENT’S PILOT took to the sky this week. Begun in 2008 when there was much excitement about a woman candidate for President, with Harper Collins (publisher) particularly interested, the proposed novel lost momentum when you-know-who won the nomination and the White House.
Early last year, as the political landscape again changed, I decided to finish the novel, giving it a slightly different theme and point of view. The result is a melange of current and future military and political scenarios. The story and its characters won’t please everyone (no good novel does), but it's guaranteed to tweak and disturb and excite most readers.
I look forward to your thoughts. Let me hear.