My pop was a WWII vet. Lied about his age and served in the Navy in the Pacific. I used to ask him what he did during the war and all he told me was that "I cooked eggs." Mind you, he wasn't a cook...the navy just needed him as an egg cook and nothing more. Things were much more specialized back then I guess...I was just a young teenager when my pop passed so I never got a chance to question him more about this.
Fast forward to about three years ago and I was stationed at Misawa Air Base, Japan. My last base before retirement and is the only base on mainland Japan that the Air Force and Navy share. I had a fellow Triumph riding buddy (rare thing in the military overseas in Japan) who was Navy and worked in Intelligence. I got talking to Kyle one day about my pop during a coffee break on a ride we were on and told him how he was a highly specialized egg cooker. Kyle laughed and told me to get him my pop's social security number and he would find out for me. So I did and turned out my father was a Seabee. Not only was he in a very tight knit career field in the Navy but he was stationed in China and built airfields during the end of the war. Only one reason the Seabees were over there doing that. Kyle showed me his assignment orders and some other documents and proud tears came to my eyes.
The WWII vets were a different breed. They kicked a$$ and didn't ask for nothing in return. They came back home, used the new thing started up called the GI Bill and started over again. Grateful to have that chance to be able to start over. My pop was one of them and I am very proud of him to this day.