My best to everyone who served.
My father was a Signal Corps Captain who went into Normandy's Omaha Beach on D-Day+1, and fought through the Rhine. He met my mother, who was in the British Army, in England shortly before the invasion.
Myself: Captain, Ordnance Corps. 8 years served, 1968-70 in the Central Highlands of Vietnam (Pleiku, An Khe, Cha Rang Valley).
And yet my time was nothing compared to the sacrifices of Army families like my wife's, who lost her oldest brother, a Special Forces lieutenant, three weeks into his first 'Nam tour, and her father, a Major General, in a plane crash in Italy a few months later.
I guess I'm old enough now to brag a bit, while I still can. A few of my souvenirs, starting off with my favorite card guard: