I was nearly three years in the future; my older brother was the family bundle of joy. My father was helping keep the flight deck of the USS Wolverine in repair while they trained carrier pilots on Lake Michigan. His oldest brother was a doctor in charge of health at military construction camps, his immediately older brother was just back from 25 missions as a B-17 radio operator, and his youngest brother would shortly become an infantryman (he did a hike from the Rhein at Remagan across Germany in the spring of '45). My mother's brother was a radar operator in an Avenger, one of her cousins commanded a destroyer and another was XO on a DE in the Pacific. The all came home safe and sound, but they didn't forget!! The rest of the family was growing food or loading 40mm ammo.