My Cousin Paul was stationed in the Far North - Alaska, I believe. My Uncle Henry was drafted before he graduated from high school and then shipped to Germany where he died in battle. My Cousins Lalo and Tommy were in actions that took place in the 50s.
But, no, here is my man for the day. This picture was probably taken in 1943 shortly after he was drafted. He was about 30 years old.
His time in the Army Air Force changed his life. He learned what it meant to be disciplined. He traveled across the states and spent time in the Philippines and Japan. He saw parts of the world that were beautiful, exotic, and deadly. He had seen horrid things and that reinforced his choice to live a life that was nonviolent.
Memorial Day is certainly meant for remembering those who have given their lives in battle. And it is a time to remember lives changed for having seen the horrors of war.
Picture via Cousin Delia Fry