Ancient ancestry veteran, Col. Prescott, who said, "Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes," in the Revolution. My dad's brother, Uncle Dick to me, was in the first major amphibious landing by the U.S. in WWII in the Pacific, a bloody learning experience in which Dick figured out how to use the tides to transport barrels of fuel to the beach without losing more lives unloading them, for which he received the Bronze Star. My dad was a minesweeper skipper in the Philippines during WWII. I was a minesweeper radioman during the Vietnam War in the combat zone off the DMZ (Operation Market Time). I am the least likely military veteran, and since I don't talk about it, my friends of several years (or more) are sometimes aghast to learn this is true, actually clearly disbelieve it for a while, or think I'm joking. No joke. I guess I'm a sort of stealth veteran.