Some years ago, war reached into the American Home. And the farewells were everywhere. The farms, the shanty on the tracks, the lavish apartments, the uptown flats, the shrubbed estates, the modest houses of the suburban streets. Everywhere the men were borrowed or taken for keeps. The youngest, the cleanest, the best. Each man went into battle in his own way, to do his own job. More than half of them saw combat service. A small percentage of these, not nearly as many as you may imagine, were in the front lines in shell range of the enemy. For any one in this latter group, a very special experience. He was at any moment expendable. For him the baseball parks were full of late, exciting rallies. For him the beach parties were not as pleasant as they had been a few summers before. For him, the rivers ran high and the boating was not so good. For him, the flight decks were not as wide as the fields of texas. For the rest there were 1,000 odd military jobs, each dependent on the other. Eac
Community of brighton each, in brooklyn. A beautiful place right on the beach. Long island sound. Many poor russians lived there in those days. , we were veryhad poor. My father was a restaurant worker all his life. What did your mom do . Ben my mother worked in the garment industry, so she will take the subway downtown from the bronx every morning to work. My father worked in a cafeterias. My sister and i roslyn i were left more or less alone most of our lives. I was pretty much left alone most of the time i was growing. Growing up. Ut that was fine, i loved it in the bronx, where we lived in the bronx park, a wonderful place, the bronx zoo, a Botanical Gardens that i used to go to all the time, i use to sneak into the bronx zoo overnight to see the animals after it had closed. I had no planes at all. We had a great time being poor. Better, beach was even right next to coney island. I could go to coney island, ride on the cyclone, get hot dogs and at nathans. I was a pretty lucky kid.
And we lived there for awhile. I lived there until i was probably five or six years old. Then we gradually worked our way out of the lower east side. We move north to the bronx, where i grew up mostly. For a while, we lived in a Community Called Brighton Beach in brooklyn, which is a beautiful place right on the beach in Long Island Sound that many poor russians lived in those days. I would say we were very poor. My father worked as a restaurant worker all his life. My mother worked in the garment industry, so she will take the subway downtown from the bronx every morning to work. My father worked in a cafeterias. My sister roselyn and i were left more or less alone most of our lives. I was pretty much left alone most of the time i was growing. Up that was fine, i loved it because in the bronx, we live right next to bronx park which is a wonderful place for kids to grow up. Theres the bronx zoo and the botanical gardens. I used to go there all the time. I used to sneak into the bronx a
Text us your thoughts at 2027488003. Wj. On cspan at cspan the discussion about confederate leaders, there was a recent poll on this topic. It asked what should be done with the statues of confederate leaders. Roughly 2 roughly one third of the voters in the poll expenses should be taken down. 44 said the statues should remain standing, down eight point since the survey was taken down two years ago after the riots in charlottesville, virginia. The poll was done with Morning Consult and politico. A history of some of those bases across the u. S. That have come into the conversation and its history such as for georgia. Ing located in it was established as a training down in world war i and was named after a confederate general who was present at the battle of antietam and gettysburg. Mr. Bragg, named after ragg. Established as an artillery Training Ground in world war i, named after a u. S. Army officer who served in the second aminal war and mexicanamerican war before becoming a Confede
Some years ago war reached into the American Home and the fair wells were everywhere. The farms, the shanty on the tracks, the lavish apartments, the uptown flats, the shrubbed estates, the modest houses of the suburban streets. Everywhere the men were borrowed or taken for keeps. The youngest, the cleanest, the best. Each man went into battle in his own way, to do his own job. More than half of them saw combat service. A small percentage of these, not nearly as many as you may imagine, were in the front lines and in shell range of the enemy. For anyone in this latter group, a very special experience. He was at any moment, expendable. For him, the baseball parks were full of late, exciting rallies. For him, the beach parties were not as pleasant as they had been a few summers before. For him, the rivers ran high. And the boating was not so good. For him, the flight decks were not as wide as the fields of texas. For the rest, there were 10,รท nonmilitary jobs, each dependent on the othe