This is a wonderful thread! Thanks, blueeyedgirl!
My father served 34 years in the U.S. Army and retired as a Lt. Colonel. He was at Pearl Harbor during the attack, and also served in Korea and Vietnam. (You can see his book about flying as a liaison pilot in WWII on Amazon: "Above The Thunder," by Raymond C. Kerns.)
My father's two younger brothers served in Europe during WWII, one in the infantry and one as a paratrooper, but neither made a career of the Army. His youngest sister married an Air Force pilot who served in Vietnam, and their son Joe served in the Marines for a short time, but suffered a serious back injury and had to be discharged.
My mother's father served in the Army back in WWI, mostly in France. Mustard gas caused him some pulmonary problems, and a doctor advised him to do outdoor work to keep his lungs clear... so when he got back to the States, he went to work for the New York Central railroad line.
My mother's older twin brothers, Ray and Fay, both joined the Army in WWII. Uncle Ray went to Europe and was part of the invasion of Normandy. Uncle Fay went to the Pacific to serve as a medic, and was killed on Okinawa. Uncle Ray suffered extreme shellshock in addition to the loss of his twin, and has never fully recovered.
Although it's not actual military service, I'm proud that my mother herself, at just 17, went to work at a war plant in Columbus, Ohio, repairing and installing radios in Navy warplanes!
My cousin Jack, youngest son of my mom's younger sister, grew up hearing tales of my father's Army career and was enthralled. When Jack finished college, he joined up and served in Germany and Kuwait, leaving the service as a Captain just a few years ago. Now he's back in school, getting his law degree.
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Y'know... when I was 19, I
almost joined the National Guard. It would have been incredibly difficult for me to cope with the physical demands, but oh, how I wish I had tried!
