This was really touching. I was a little girl of 4 at the start of World War II in Europe in 1939, and barely 7 when America entered the war at the end of 1941. I can remember hearing those songs on the radio early in 1942, after America entered the war. My father was regular Army and immediately sent overseas to the Pacific, and shortly afterwards I can remember going to sleep hearing my mother’s radio playing what I now know was Vera Lynn’s rendition of “White Cliffs of Dover.” To a little girl, baffled by all the sudden and frightening changes in our lives, it seemed like such a nice hope for a better future. It still does.