Yesterday I had the opportunity to chat with a 93-year-old man who lost half of his hearing in World War II and has continued to play and teach music, and specifically the trumpet, to children for decades.

It was truly inspiring to learn that music could continue to be such a large part of his life and that he so willingly, and without charge, shared that gift with younger generations.

He and his wife and I spoke at length about his life and experiences, especially when it came to World War II and his five years serving overseas, and throughout the discussion I kept discovering phrases and words he used that seemed so out of place.

He would often refer to “the Germans” or “the Russians” in describing his activities in Europe. The way he said it was not racist by any means, but it definitely had a different inflection.