My mom can recall the throbbing sound of Luftwaffe bombers, the sounds of bombs impacting, and the time a German plane buzzed the playground she was at without strafing. Her dad was a fireman.

My Ex MiL, whom I still speak to regularly, witnessed the Bataan Death March as a little girl, spent the war with her family hiding in the jungle while her father fought with the guerillas.

They both had eventful childhoods.

"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744