I put some of the things I remember of World War II into this photo art. The main thing I put there is how a 5 year old looks at the country’s stress so differently than an adult.
I ran through the house and yard pretending I was a fighter ace. I studied the world map with my Sunday School teacher to see far off places where our church members were stationed as Conscientious Objectors – on the front lines as medics wih no guns – carrying guns to shoot someone is against our (my) religion. Black-out drills in case the enemy came to bomb the near-by mines and steel mills were exciting. Running around in the dark was fun when you were 5 years old and did not have to go to bed. I did not see stress.
My parents saw the stress of World War II, though. They did not pretend they were flying aces, did not enjoy running in the dark, and they worried about our neighborhood boys on the front lines.
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