I am the same way. Back in 1939, out of three brothers and five sisters in my Dad's family, one lad was underaged and one lass was married. The rest joined up on day one. The dedication and sacrifice was instilled in me eary on... as well as the thanks and respect.

Thanks Peace.

Okay... I have cried enough for this eve. Let us hear of BBQs and beer and family get togethers! Any gigs?