You know, my dad was a lieutenant colonel at Ft. Lewis on the 3rd of March, 1941. Fifteen months later, he was commanding a theater of war.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was a lieutenant in World War II.
My dad was a big admirer of Sergeant York stories from the First World War.
When I was a kid, my dad went to World War II. I didn't know him. I was born in '41.
I received my parents' permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.
My father was one of the fortunate wartime servicemen: he made a full recovery from his injuries, was promoted to captain, survived the war, had a satisfying career as a colonial officer and, eventually, died in February 2002, a month before his 85th birthday.
I was a soldier in WWII. The last couple of months of the war I was actually in combat.
My father-in-law was a nuclear-submarine captain. My father was in the military.
My own grandfathers were a submarine commander and a 'desert rats' tank operator in the Second World War.
A military childhood in the 1950s was very much informed by WWII. My brothers and I often heard stories from our dad - and from other kids - about things that had happened to their dads. We constantly played war games and, nearly every Saturday, saw a different WWII movie at the post theater.
My father was in the First World War.