My father won a single lottery in his life, the first draft. He was inducted in the fall of '40. After basic he was assigned to an infantry company, his platoon being mostly Mississippi National Guardsmen. He was deployed to Iceland in the late summer of 1941 and remained there until in 1943 when his unit was transferred to England as part of the build up to invasion. He landed June 6th but I don't know which beach. He was a transportation Master Sergeant by that time and would fill that role until March, 1945 when he had earned enough points to come home on 30 days leave. He married my mother and was on a train headed to NYC when Germany surrendered. He train (literally) reversed course and he was returned to Ft. Sheridan, north of Chicago. He was told to go home and he would be advised what would happen next. About a month later he got a discharge in the mail.
His brother was later inducted and was AAC in England. My mother's sister was a WAVE assigned to NAS Jacksonville as base newspaper reporter. Her brother, next in line, was a Naval Officer assigned to a DD and Atlantic convoy duty, IRRC. Her youngest brother was too young but soon after the War joined the Navy as an Aviation Cadet and flew F-9s in Korea. My mother worked one summer as a civilian staffer in the Pentagon; otherwise she was a school teacher.
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