Two brothers, two uncles, one son-in-law. One father-in-law and one grandson. I know that somewhere I have photos of all of them in uniforms, unfortunately my older brother, the one who served the longest is not shown here in uniform. He was a career Navy man and did serve during the Korean and Vietnam wars. My younger brother did not get to serve long. He wanted to be on a submariner his entire life. He joined the Navy and became a submariner but within six months he was diagnosed with diabetes and was discharged. He has lived a long and full life, and done exceedingly well, but he still loves the Navy and the thought of being on a submarine.
My uncles are the WWII veterans. One served in the Pacific and one in Patton’s Army. I have a pearl handled pistol from that uncle and that war. He had guns for all his nieces and nephews, when we drew lots I drew what I call the best. Neither of those uncles had children. Their prime time for babies was during the war and both had wives who lost babies during that time. It was a lifelong heartache for them.
My son-in-law is a sweetheart of a Louisiana Cajun. He has suffered terribly from PTSD. It has been a long hard haul for my daughter and their sons. About 10 years ago it was recognized as PTSD and he was put on total disability. He has received very good care from the VA. I wish all the veterans could have the care he has been given.
My father in law was not in the service per se, he was in the Civil Air Patrol but was stationed in the Pacific for most of the Pacific war. There were many like him who served and were not given the honors they deserved, were not given GI Bill or VA benefits. There is some work going on to remedy this, but it is too late to help many of them who have passed on. You can read more about the CAP at the museum site, and on Wikipedia. I suspect he suffered from PTSD. Everyone who knew him said he came back a changed man, not like the one who left. And, indeed he suffered a head injury though we will never know exactly what caused the change. He died young at age 65.
My grandson was in the Air Force and spent a very short time in Afghanistan. Long enough though to worry everyone left here in the USA. He is now in civilian life, going to school and helping to raise his three very young children.
In doing genealogy I have found I come from a long line of people who served. Probably most of us have ancestors from all the wars. This is the day to remember and honor them.
Update: after I first posted this my sister sent me a photo of my older brother in uniform so I switched to I have used one from when he was very young. He passed away two years ago at age 78, short 2 months of being 79.