I served between wars, but had some interesting times. My Dad was a tool and die maker. When he tried to enlist, they told him in no uncertain terms he was to stay right where he was. The Army sent him to Georgia Tech for two years, at night. Once the union decided to strike for some reason. The Army sent troops in to lock them in the plant. I remember visiting him on Sundays, and them sleeping on Army cots with those gosh awful scratchy wool blankets. I was about six at the time. One of my uncles was in the 36th Division in Italy, and my Uncle Jay was a destroyerman. He was a Commissaryman (cook). Off Okinawa, a Japanse shell came through the galley without exploding, but it took out the stove. He said he was safe at general quarters at the time.

BTW, Sally, I love the way you add visual emotional cues to your posts. It adds to them, being able to "see" your getures, and expressions.

Welcome ashore, Chief Hughea. Stan