Me, Navy, in the 80’s. I married a sailor. It didn’t last, but it should have . My brother joined the Navy after me. Our dad was in the Army. He got out just before he might have been sent to Korea. An uncle on maternal side went to Korea in the Army. He came home okay, but I was never allowed to hear him talk about it, or see his new martial arts skills. The family thought I was too young for such things, and anyway it just wasn’t a girl’s business. They were hiding something, but I never found out what. I heard him talking about the scar on his head, being shot, but I don’t know if he was a POW or not. I remember that some of my relatives didn’t seem to expect him to come back, but that could have been just because of the news that he’d been shot.
My dad’s younger brother was Army. It was during the Korean war,
I joined up because of the objectors during the Vietnam war. I was a daring girl, with a strong protective instinct. I thought that if some men objected to serving in a war for their country, that should be okay, just let women join who didn’t object, and showed skills. During my teens, there was a lot of talk about reinstating the draft. I spoke up my views during a news interview (Guy on the street stuff). Eventually, I got my chance. Women were being taken in, in large numbers. Openly combatent positions were not yet allowed for women, so I couldn’t go top gun. I had an influence though, on the turn of events for women in service. My battle wasn’t on foreign soil, but rather in time. Changes were happening, and not happening, and they needed good women to show them the good, the bad, the possible, and the neccessary.
Thanks, to everyone who has served. My condolences to those who’ve lost someone who has served.