My grandfather served in WW2, but passed away when I was young. I never heard war stories, and can't even remember where he was active in the war, other than Europe somewhere. I regret not knowing my grandfather better, but living 2 hours away, and losing him at age 11, our time together was limited. But I do know this, he was one of the lucky ones, as he got to come home, and I was able to know him.
It is sad that many of my generation have lost the level of patriotism that drove young men like my grandfather to enlist in the armed forces and protect the freedom we all (some what blindly and unknowingly at times) take for granted daily. My gratitude to those who have given us the opportunity to be able to have that luxury.