When I was growing up in the United States it was not uncommon that I would meet World War 2 veterans: people from my parents' generation that had fought for the US Army, people that had taken part in the invasion of Normandy, the liberation of France, and the conquest of Germany.
Yesterday in Jerusalem there was a parade in honor of the 60th anniversary of the victory over Nazi Germany. Taking part in the parade were men and women well into their seventies, many well into their eighties. Their shirts were covered with a multitude of medals and other war decorations. These were Jews, in contrast to the war veterans that I knew in the States, that had fought on the Eastern Front in the Soviet Union's Red Army. These were the people that drove Hitler's army out of Russia and Poland. These were the soldiers that 60 years ago conquered Berlin, causing Hitler, may his name rot, to commit suicide in his bunker.
(Continue to part 2.)