A lot of my uncles served in WWII and the Korean War. One of my uncles saw his best friend blown out of the gun turret of the plane they were flying.
I have the utmost respect for veterans. None of us can possibly imagine what they went through to make sure we can all do what we do today.
If any of you get a chance to visit some of the war memorials in France and Europe, go. The memory will never leave you and the sheer numbers of names on the memorials is very humbling.
One of my "creepy" stories is the day we were touring Canadian cemetaries and my companion got off a bus at one of them, walked to the back of the cemetary turned right, and stopped at the third grave in. I was curious so I went there as well. They were just standing, staring at the cross, and whispered to me, "Something drew me to this grave. Something brought me here." There was a long pause. "I went to school with him". Absolutely true.
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