I may share that trait with you. My father’s sister married into a Mormon family and the payoff for me was that I got some good genealogy info on the Simpson clan. The earliest member of my father’s line emigrated from Germany and died in Pennsylvania in 1790. (I’m relying on memory here so don’t hold me to it. I will check the docs later and report any serious errors.) From PA Clan Simpson moved gradually west until the time of great-grandpa Simpson when they lived in Missouri. (Or Missoura, as it was invariably pronounced by the Oregon Simpsons.) Great-grandpa Simpson moved his family to Eastern Oregon sometime around 1900. The family of Grandpa Simpson’s future bride was already well-established there, having arrived on their own multi-generational journey from Germany mid-19th century. As far as I know the Simpsons, by the time they arrived in Oregon, had shed any strong religious tendencies. I have never encountered any hint of Mennonitism, or whatever you call it, in my lineage.
Anyway, there is a little background for consideration if you happen to read any of my father’s letters home from the army I post now and then.
"by the time they arrived in Oregon, had shed any strong religious tendencies.
I have never encountered any hint of Mennonitism, or whatever you call it, in my lineage."
Of course not all Pennsylvania "Dutch" were Mennonites.
One test is whether they served in the Revolutionary War.
Some of my ancestors did, suggesting they were not originally pacifist Mennonites.
But then they married into Mennonite families, demonstrating that pacifist Mennonites can find intelligent and practical solutions for difficult problems, when the need arises.
Among the Lancaster "River Brethren" Mennonites were the Eisenhowers and some of my mother's family.
Today, some of my ancestors descendants are still Mennonites, others of us are not.
My Dad's successful Army career (on a much smaller scale), during and after WWII, somewhat reflected that of Eisenhower -- similar personalities, easily adapted to a military mind-set, steady as rocks, courage in the face of danger, indomitable optimism, diplomatic as needed, and of course, along with technical proficiencies, an endless supply of good common sense.
I would not call either a "warrior", but both made good soldiers under their circumstances.
In June 1942, iirc, my Dad was still in OCS, soon to join the 33rd Infantry Division in training for combat in North Africa.
Something tells me, those plans might get changed...