I used to think that I was born at the greatest time in history.  As kids, my generation didn't have to worry about anything.  We all had plenty to eat, parents to take care of us, and living in a small town was perfect.  Then I realized that less than five months after I was born, World War 2 broke out, and then the Korean War.  I think every kid in town had someone from their family involved.  I had two uncles fighting in Europe.  I guess it didn't affect me all that much because they both came home.  I do remember that Uncle Bill sent me a stuffed soldier doll while he was gone.  I can still remember how it looked, but it seems to have gotten a little fuzzier over the years.  Dad worked at the Alcoa aluminum plant in Lafayette, and all the guys there were told that they would should not worry about getting drafted, because the aluminum they were making was a lot more valuable to the war effort than they were.  I guess that would kind of put you in your place.