The story is about Nancy Potter. She was in the college during the timeframe of the WWII and she was aware of the war since her pen pal was in England. Her pen pal was writing letter to her about war and the time she is spending in the ate shelter. As she mentioned in her story that the war was portrayed as winnable, popular and fought for a reason. She mentioned that enemies were portrayed as dangerous, inhuman and uncivilized. She is saying in her story that newsreels were manipulative and it took several years for her to understand this manipulation. She worked as a volunteer in the hospital to relive civilian nurses where she saw misery, pain and her experience there was terrifying. He enthusiasm about the war began to pause where “the bomb” was dropped. She and her friends were crying because of losing their friends and what they considered that youth were used by the war. At the end she is saying that “I think for girls and women, and perhaps boys and men, of my generation, the war forced them to grow up prematurely. It made them far more serious about the bare realities of life: life, death, values. It robbed them, in a sense, of some childhood. Perhaps it was a good thing. But it made us more critical of later generations who seemed to have a somewhat easier
The story is about Nancy Potter. She was in the college during the timeframe of the WWII and she was aware of the war since her pen pal was in England. Her pen pal was writing letter to her about war and the time she is spending in the ate shelter. As she mentioned in her story that the war was portrayed as winnable, popular and fought for a reason. She mentioned that enemies were portrayed as dangerous, inhuman and uncivilized. She is saying in her story that newsreels were manipulative and it took several years for her to understand this manipulation. She worked as a volunteer in the hospital to relive civilian nurses where she saw misery, pain and her experience there was terrifying. He enthusiasm about the war began to pause where “the bomb” was dropped. She and her friends were crying because of losing their friends and what they considered that youth were used by the war. At the end she is saying that “I think for girls and women, and perhaps boys and men, of my generation, the war forced them to grow up prematurely. It made them far more serious about the bare realities of life: life, death, values. It robbed them, in a sense, of some childhood. Perhaps it was a good thing. But it made us more critical of later generations who seemed to have a somewhat easier