ORIGINAL: mullk
I had a similar experience except for me it was almost all my male relatives had served in the pacific. I had an uncle on the Essex and another on a sub but I don't know the name. My dad was a Paratrooper. In the community I grew up in we had several WW2 vets of multiple fronts. My high school principle was a Bataan death march survivor. The owner of the local beer garden was a low ranking German Infantryman. He was in Greece when the war ended and as he put it he had to walk to Germany as all of Europe was to pissed at him to give him a ride. A business man in the next town over was a U-boat Skipper but I don't know his name. Having grown up in such a setting I really wish I had developed my love of learned of the past when I was much younger to have really talked to these folks rather than just the youngster "that's cool"
When growing up, almost all my friends' fathers had served in the war. My father - AV support on Tinian. A friend's father - North Atlantic ASW on SC's. Another friend's father - ASW blimp driver in Key West. And on it went. My wife's uncle - injured in the Hurtgen Forest.
And I ran into a character from Germany who was drafted via the Hitler Youth, captured on the Eastern Front, spent 10 years as prisoner in the USSR, emigrated, and was managing a grocery store. He certainly believed in living for the moment.











