My father is one. His mind is pretty much gone now, lives in the moment and the past. Nothing new sticks. He was in the 103rd Infantry Division. Landed at Marseille in October 1944, was reassigned to the 5th Division for the invasion of Japan after VE, but then they dropped the bombs.
His brother was a quartermaster that volunteered for a classified posting; ended up on Tinian where Enola Gay took off. He passed in
December 2016, along with my good friend that was a captain in Europe by the end of the war, retired as a full-bird colonel in the 70s.
Four of my mother's brothers and her sister served during the war. One was in the Coast Guard on an LST at Sword Beach and at Salerno.
My mom worked in a defense plant cutting steel plates for building ships. Probably as dangerous as some combat duty!
Last edited by Pappy348; 09/17/19.
