Smokingboot

Ditto the States. And you see that anger on both sides of the political spectrum.

I was born in 1952. That's just seven years after World War II ended. Seven years!

And yet WWII was not a part of the dialogue while I was growing up at all. Mentioned, but not mentioned as something that was relevant in any way to the present tense.

All most Boomers knew growing up is that the generation that had come before them was terribly secretive about something, and terribly repressed, and terribly devoted to the amenities of a deeply boring and confining lifestyle.

And so, we rebelled.

It was different in the UK, I imagine, where you had the physical evidence of WWII to contend with in the form of a bombed out London, and—of course— since the U.S. did not forgive the war debt, you had years of rationing and privitation. Rationing didn't stop till 1954 or so.

But you listen to the culture heroes of the 60s—John Lennon, for example—and they're cheeky and dismissive about the war generation. The rallying cry was We want to have a good time!

And, to a large degree, we did.