Growing up, I remember the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) selling poppies as a fund raising effort every November 11 (Armistice Day, as it was known then). My parents always bought them and we all wore them proudly.
I served in the US Army in the years between Korea and Viet Nam. I was a "peace keeper" in Korea. My father was in the Navy during World War II, but was never sent overseas...was never even on a ship. Mom and I were able to live with him most of the time because he was assigned to Navy hospitals in California (Oakland and Yosemite National Park). A friend of my parents, for whom I am named, was a French cavalry officer who disappeared during the war. We have never been able to locate his family or determine his fate.
I had three great-grandfathers who fought in the Civil War. Two of my great-great-great-great-grandfathers, one born in France and the other born in Ireland, fought in the Continental Army during the American Revolution.
So, our family has served...always out of necessity, not as a career. None of my four sons has been in military service, for which I am grateful.
My thanks to all who have served.