My uncle " Bud" will be 93 next week, and served as a gunner on a B-17 over Germany. We rarely speak about what he experienced in WW2, but sometimes when we look over the old family album, and come upon photos of him and my dad in uniform, the conversation fades, and you can watch his eyes well up, as I'm sure he is recalling things that he would like to have forgotten. We have the album set up so that after we pass his period of service, we come upon pictures of his father who was a "Doughboy" in WW1. Bud was as proud of his dad, as I am of my dad and my uncle "Bud".
I never made it into combat, since I have always wanted to be a Submariner. So after Boot camp, I went to Sub school and after graduation was assigned to the USS SHARK SS(N)-591. This was in the mid 1960's during the height of the Cold War. I have since had three children. My oldest son served in the Air Force. My youngest son served aboard the Carrier USS Enterprise, and my daughter served in the Air Force as an Air Police Officer while stationed in Bosnia during the conflict over there.
As you can see, we are a military family, and proud as hell to be one.
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