My Dad was in the reserves when WW II broke out. They reclassified his artillery unit to tank destroyers. He was in battle of the Hedge Rows and Battle of the Bulge. He was one of only two who were in the original unit and still there at the end of the war. He didn't think it was "if" he would get killed, just "when".
Then, after the war, he was not sent home right away because he spoke both German and Italian fluently, so they used him to interview concentration camp survivors and workers who had been imprisoned by the Nazis to make munitions.
Happy Veteran's Day for all those who have sacrificed for us.
I spent yesterday and today at my Upstate Cabin with a good friend of mine (since Boy Scouts) who did 3 tours in Nam, then was spat upon when he returned.