My Grandfather served in WW1 driving motorcycles from the front to the rear delivering messages, he was gassed once and had his bike shot out from under him a few times. He rarely spoke about it and when he did he always told me to never forget the ones that died. My Dad was in the 8th Army Air Corp in England and he kept the .50 cals working on the B-24 Liberators. His base was bombed so many times and he cried once telling us about how he had to help remove his friends that were killed during raids. He only spoke once about it and never did again. My only sibling was off shore Vietnam on a destroyer and then went and served with a Ranger group…He died from asbestos exposure he received onboard the ship later in life. Vietnam killed him but he didn’t know it yet.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.” George S. Patton
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