My grandfather who was working in a CCC encampment in the Blue Ridge, immediately quit, along with everyone he was working with and joined the military. Most choosing the Navy, because they were tired of sleeping on the dirt with the CCC. He reported to SanDiego on the 13th, after what he recalled as the craziest bus ride of his life.
I never had a talk with my Dad about his WWII service. All I know is that he was in the Army Air Corp, the forerunner to the US Air Force. He was burnt over 75% of his body due to exploding oil tanks. He didn't seem to want to talk about his service in the war and I never pressed him. He was stationed somewhere in Europe during the war.
My grandfather made a video through the church just a few years before he died, where he recalled and told the story of his military service in WW2. The church had a researcher add in pictures and footage of war ships that he served on. He didn't talk much about it to the family, but someone at the church helped him put things into words that he had bundled up for decades. I guess there is a lot of guilt and sin (or whatever you want to call it) that needs to be released and dealt with for vets.
My great uncle was born on November 11, 1913 (Veterans Day), Was killed in Manilla, Philippines on February 14, 1945 ( Valentines Day), was buried there. Years after the war he was exhumed and returned home to be buried on July the 4th