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The Greatest Generation
I was running our food and clothing cupboard at Old First, Saturday morning. An elderly man gave his prayer request to a young lady who was taking them at the front desk . he thanked God that he made it back from World War II. The man from the greatest generation was now forested to move through the bread lines as it were. As he left with some canned goods and a few pieces of clothing, he talked about how we won that war and how the war we were engaged in now had no honor to it. He said he was voting for that nice young man who was running, because they should have fired the Republicans years ago.
