I remember when:

In the Summer of 1944 my Dad & his next oldest brother Ray were "away" in the Army. Mom, Sis & I lived with my Grandparents in Milford, Nebraska. Dad's youngest brother, Bob, came to say goodby. He was just 18 years old. His leave was up & he was returning to San Diego & his ship, a destroyer. I didn't understand the grownups tears then, but now I do. The men were all home safe for Christmas of 1945.