My dad and all my uncles all went and fought in Europe, my dad injured and a couple uncles also injured. Seems like all men of that era went to war and these guys were ordinary Americans drafted from their families and jobs, got quick training and sent out to fight, they were tough but they were scared. Luckily for my family, all came back, no life changing injuries, my dad's was the worse, retreating Germans booby trapped a bridge in Italy, a convoy including my dad was crossing and it went down, dad broke his neck but returned to the states.
Civilian life and a V.A. rehab and home loan set my dad like countless million other ones across the nation after the war to work hard, find a career, make some money, become upwardly mobile, buy a house, buy a station wagon and raise K*ds.
Many of us, now in our 50's and 60's, are the products of good brave scared young men (and women) just starting out in life, risking and sacrificing everything to save the world, returning home victorious and going about the business of marriage and baby making (in that order, what a concept!) before they were so rudely interrupted...
