My Dad was a National Guard member mobilized from Greensboro. He spent most of the War at the top of Trinidad with cannons aimed at the Bay. Toward the end they were all sent to Germany, going from Tropical heat to freezing winter.
They were marched through snow 3 miles to take a shower, he told me it was so cold they were all running, taking 20 second shaves.
He got silent when I asked him if he killed someone.
The stories he told of trinidad facinated me as a child. There was a Leper colony at the base of the mountain, they went there often to drink and party with the natives.
When one of the girls put a shirt on (since all of them went topless) all of the guys went for her, it was "Sexy"
Yeah, if something happens now that requires a massive mobilisation we may be in trouble.
The previous Generation was bad. No joke.