I'll chime in... My dad was in the Army Quartermaster Corps and landed on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day plus One and helped supply the front line through France, Belgium and Germany.
His brother, my Uncle William, was killed in the crash of a B-25 in Australia in 1943 as a member of the Army Air Corps.
Like Arion, I too entered the USAF in 1967, February, and was in Saigon a week before Christmas a few months before my 21st birthday.
A year and a half later I ended up in Thailand... Flying combat missions over the Ho Chi Minh trail for three and a half years... finally coming home at the end of 1972.
I ended up retiring as an E-8 after 22+ years. Wouldn't trade a minute of it for anything.
My wife spent her four years in the U.S. Navy on (wait for it...) Andros Island in the Bahamas.
Her dad is a retired Senior Chief in the Navy with multiple combat tours in Korea and Vietnam.
We were the lucky ones and our thoughts today are with those families who weren't as lucky.
Memorial Day is much more than cookouts, car sales and beach time.
Here's my dad, somewhere in Belgium: