My maternal grandpa was in WWII but that was obviously well before I was alive. I think he was a cook or something. He's missing a few of his fingers but that was actually an on the job accident not related to the service. No one really talks about his time in the military but from what I understand he was never hurt or anything.
I have a cousin who is in the National Guard but I don't think he's ever been deployed. I have a step-cousin who is in the Marines (I think) and I don't really know what her situation is. Josh's brother was in the Navy but according to him, "he was just hanging out on carriers and stuff". My sister almost joined the Air Force during an off period with her on-and-off husband but she didn't, thank god. A few friends have husbands in the military but as far as I know none of them have left the states. Thinking about it I'm surprised I don't know more people who are/were in the military, since there are two bases in my county.
I am thankful I've never had to wait with bated breath for a letter from a loved one. I've never worried about someone showing up at my door with bad news. I've never seen a casualty report on the news and wondered if my friend or family member was okay. I've never had someone go missing. I never have to go months without seeing my husband. In this I am lucky.
This post was inspired by The Cartographer of No Man's Land: A Novel
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