My father, mother and 4 uncles were all in the war.

Dad was a orderly in the Royal Army Medical Corps, joined not long after war was declared. Went to France with the BEF, ending up at Dunkirk, and had a boat ride home. Then stayed in England until being transfered to the Middle East theatre. He was on Crete until evacuated with casualties to North Africa. Whilst in Africa he went on patrol with the LRDG, then got sent to India for a few months. After India he returned to the Middle East being sent up into Iraq with the troops protecting the oil pipelines. After that, another short stint in North Africa before returning to England. Tried out for the 6th Airborne, but broke his ankle in training so didn't get in. Married my mother on 10th June 1944, After D-Day +16, went into Western Europe,serving with 46 Battalion Ambulance Train, travelling up through the Low Countries and eventually ending up in Germany. Stayed there until '46, then home and discharged.

Mum joined up in 1940, serving with a Barrage Balloon company, then became an ambulance driver. Eventually she became a nurse serving on various RAF airfields around London.

My uncles joined up just after war was declared. Actually one was in the Territorials, so the very day war was declared, went straight into service. All of them ended up at Dunkirk (this is before they met my father) and were evacuated safely, although one of them was in the water for 5 hours waiting to be picked up. I am not sure were they served as unfortunately they are all dead now and mum doesn't quite remember. They all survived the war without too much drama I know that much.

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"The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his."
- General George Patton (1885-1945)

In war there is no subsitute for victory - General Douglas MacArthur