Some great stories here, and some sad ones as well.
My father, who is 85, was a radar operator in the Air Force between the Korean and Vietnam wars. He served in Japan, Oregon, and Alaska, where I was born in '61.
When I started hunting with him at 14, I was introduced to his crew of hunting buddies, most of whom were Navy in WWII, in the Pacific. They had stories that would make me laugh so hard, I'd fall out of my chair. And some that would make your hair stand up. I asked a couple of times to let me ghost write their memoirs, but they said no, they didn't want their wives to find out about all the stuff they pulled, back in the day (some of which was maritally sensitive.) Sadly, they're all gone now. Just me, my dad, and one other guy closer to my age left from our original group of 9.