As much as I love history WWII has never been one of my favourite subjects. I blame this on a teacher of mine who was OBSESSED with WWII. I took her classes from the time I was about nine or ten until I was a sophomore in High School. Every class we talked about something WWII related. Usually it centered on Hitler and the massacre of Jews and other minorities. As important as that is to understand and remember (though similar things continue and no one tries to do anything about them, but that's another story altogether), it's really, really depressing. It's not hopeful, or encouraging (and yes I know it's not meant to be), and if all I ever knew of WWII was the horrible things that came out of it, I'd probably slit my wrists (not really, I faint at the sight of blood).
My dear friend Hannah is a part of a Social Dance Group. They do mostly old time dances from what I understand. They had a performance this past weekend in honor of Veterans Day. Hannah posted pictures from the day on her Facebook, and when I saw the picture below I gasped out loud.
Besides the fact that THOSE DRESSES ARE AMAZING AND I WILL BE MAKING THEM, I really liked the idea behind it. United we are stronger than by ourselves. Plus, um, those hats! So I began to look at more of these and found so many that made me laugh, cry, and feel just a little Patriotic (sorry Dad), that I had to share. So in Honor of Veteran's Day (which I don't actually know when it is), here are some of my favourite posters I found.
Thanks again to Hannah for the inspiration!
When I was in sixth grade I wanted to be a nurse for about a week. Then I saw blood and that became out of the question. If I had been a nurse, I'd insist on bring back cute nurse clothes. Screw scrubs.
I think I'd have done well joining WAVES. I look darn good in Navy Blue.
She kinda looks like she's taking his order though...
Even Coke gets in on the action. Nothings more American.
But in all seriousness I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for women to have to send their children away, or even leave their homes behind themselves knowing they might not come back to it.
The creme de la creme! I was actually shocked to see this. I was also (inappropriately) happy to see this. Remember guys, VD is not Victory. (The 12 year old boy in me is giggling ferociously!)