By JERRY POWLAS, Weekly Standard
For much of my life we didn’t divide people into age groups. Today, some of the millennials are making a bad showing and taking a beating for it. As Dr. King would suggest, let’s judge them by the content of their character.
Eric used to live next door. He’s got his M.D. now. He wants to fight the disease that killed his father and his brother and had a whack at him.
Patrick used to live across the street. He moved out of his mother’s basement about a year ago. He’s going to school on the G.I. bill and works about 40 hours a week managing two restaurants. He still finds time to come home and mow his mom’s lawn, and, while he’s at it, he mows mine too.
Let’s take a look at the millennials in uniform. I recently met a young man who was a community service officer. He wears a police officer’s uniform but does not carry a gun. He’s going to school to learn to be a full-fledged law enforcement officer. He’s taking the four-year course (better chance of getting a job). Before all that he was an infantryman—two tours in Afghanistan.
