Not quite as exciting as many here, my family does not have a military tradition.
On my mom's side, an uncle did some research and found my great-great grandfather had come from Germany in 1848 (probably due to the revolution there) and later served in the Union Army in the Western regions during the Civil War.
Another uncle recently told me he had enlisted in 1944 and was being trained as an interperter at Harvard (or Yale, I can't remember) when he and his class were picked up, sent to France, handed rifles and tossed into the Battle of the Bulge. He lost two toes to frostbite and does not care to speak of what happened during that time.
My dad (who would have been 34 at the time) enlisted in 1942 and as a SSGT led convoys from the Arabian Gulf/Med to meet up with the Russians to provide support. He had quite a few pictures of the time and place, along with a Bronze Star and his Discharge papers, which came to me when he died in 2001. I really need to go through them and organize them one day.
Dad also had a cousin who was a bombadier on a B24 over Europe. The one thing I noticed about all of them is that they seldom talked about the war; it was something that happened, they did their duty, and came back home to start/resume their lives.
Sorta wish I knew more about them knwo that they are gone (except for my uncle, who is 85 and going strong).