I'm sorry, Ramona, but I have to disagree. My paternal grandfather fled poverty in northern Greece in 1916 to come here, without his wife.
My maternal grandfather fled oppression (he, too was Greek, but the Turks took over the business he worked for) from Cyprus, also in 1916, to come here, also without his wife and newborn daughter.
They both managed to bring their wives over here after WW1. They both lived through two world wars.
My father and my uncle both served in WWII. My uncle was wounded in Italy (Purple Heart), and won the Bronze Star in the Pacific. My father never left the States. He spent 1945 purifying plutonium at Los Alamos (note the chemical background?).
I went through high school worrying about being drafted into Vietnam. By the time I graduated HS (1971) the college deferment had ceased to exist. My lottery number was going to decide if I went to college or Vietnam. Fortunately, I was classified 1H, and if you know what that means, then you were there with me. Load into that the assinations of RFK and MLK my freshman year of HS.
Prior to that, I remember nuclear attack drills, where we all had to go into hall and put our heads between our legs (and kiss our a**es goodbye). I remember the TV broadcasts during the Cuban Missle Crisis. I was 9 years old. I was 10 when JFK was assassinated.
The kids today have never known the fear that all of those who went before them knew. There might have been a Golden Age for those born around 1960 - too young to know about the Cuban Missle Crisis, too young for Vietnam, too young for Mutually Assured Destruction, and too old for school shootings.
College kids today have been through no wars (Iraq 1 lasted 3 months, and Iraq 2 is no threat - there is no draft), it's just something to ignore on the news.
It is a tragedy - I don't dispute that. But more kids die in a year in auto accidents than have died in the history of school shootings.
I can't think of a group of kids who have more freedom from fear.