I hope I may be forgiven if I use this sad occasion as an excuse to jump on a favorite soapbox.
World War II veterans are passing away fast. (The number of those dying each day has actually gone down in the past few years, because so few are left. But I believe it's still more than 1,000 per day in the United States alone.)
In the college-level military history course that I teach, a course project requires each student to go interview two veterans and transcribe the recordings of the interviews. The first time I taught the course was in 1984; that year, and the next few years, I got interviews with a few World War I veterans. They're all gone now. I'm getting interviews of Vietnam veterans by their grandchildren, and most of my students were born after Operation Desert Storm.
I remember one student in particular. Her father, an Air Force veteran, was in the hospital suffering from cancer. She interviewed him for my class. She said she'd never forget the smile on his face when she walked out of the hospital room with that tape in her hands. He died the next day.
One of the big regrets of my life is that I never taped my father's recollections of his Navy service in World War II. We talked about it a couple of times, but never got around to it. Now it's too late.
If you know a World War II (or Korea, or Vietnam) vet, now is the time to go visit him or her with a tape recorder (or MP3, or camcorder, or whatever) and record his or her recollections for posterity. You, your children, and your grandchildren will come to think of those recordings as priceless heirlooms.
Youth, talent, hard work, and enthusiasm are no match for old age and treachery.