In 1974, a squirrel trap in the attic of our big house in Scarsdale, New York, snagged a rat. My father took the rat out into the driveway, doused it with lighter fluid, and burned it alive right in front of me. I was 9. It shocked me that my father—the son of impoverished immigrants, who had … Continue reading How We’re Forgetting the Greatest Generation’s Message to Us