Not directly related to veterans, but this is too good a story to withold.
Though I had some contact with
EVR in the 1960s, my favorite affiliation with him is via a close relative (10th cousin twice removed) who got his right arm shot off in an A-4 over North Vietnam in 1966. My cousin's mother, whom I never knew, worked in Paris during part of The Great War ("It was in all the papers" her son insists.) Quite a lady--the Red Cross had nowhere else to lodge her so she roomed in a bordello but was always careful to wear a hat when she left, as reportedly the working girls usually went bare headed. Anyway, her most memorable patient in the US hospital was Cap'n Eddie, who was recovering from his mastoid operation and was eager to return to the 94th. So much so that he pretty much made a nuisance of himself. "He was the most obnoxious man I ever met," she confided.
Wynn, my cousin, being of the attack persuasion, understood perfectly: "Hey, he was a fighter pilot!"