When WW II broke out and my four older brothers entered the war effort, my dad told us 'that old '36 Ford pickup will not roll a tire until the war is over and God will bring my boys home'. toward the end of the war, my next older brother got old enough and joined the army.
when people tried to talk/buy from dad the ration stamps for tires and gasoline, he said 'I can't sell those to you, my boys need the gasoline and tires overseas.'
My oldest brother was in Normandy and Battle of the Bulge, one in Gasoline tanker at Normandy, one in marines at Iwogima, one in air force on the ground stateside, one in the army stateside. They all came home safely.
Thank you Jesus,
Fordman
I was in the Texas State Guard (not National Guard) because I was not old enough to join the army. After the war, one of my brother handed me a piece of paper and said, 'Sign this! you are joining the the National Guard'. I said I'm not old enough. He said you are with Dad's approval. I questioned, What if he does not sign it? He said, He already signed it!