I served in Jacksonville, Fla., as an aviation electrician, and on Imperial Beach, Calif., Helicopter Search and Rescue.
It’s not so much my service I recollect, but since my grandfather had served in WWI and Dad was in WWII making my grandmother a Blue Star Mom, the military always held a special place of importance to our family. The women would get together and crochet and knit quilts for the military. Once a month, they would go to Camp White in Oregon and take the blankets and stuff over to them. I would go, also.
Many of the military would be missing limbs and be badly dismembered and disfigured. Back then they had no prosthetics or any kind of physical therapy available. They just lay in their beds.
It really kind of surprises me that I still wanted to go into the service, especially after observing this carnage.
But the courage and strength I witnessed by these young men, plus the patriotism felt at home, encouraged me to want to defend our great nation.