My grandfather, Reah H. Walker, was a teenager when he was drafted into the Army during WW2. He lived on a farm in rural Tennessee, and I don’t think he had ever been outside his county, let alone the US. He was in every major battle, including D-Day. During one battle, he crossed repeatedly back over enemy lines to retrieve wounded men and get him to safety. These actions earned him the Bronze Star. He was a hero, but always played it off. “They handed those things out to everybody,” he always said.
To all those who have severed, thank you for your service.