I did get my dad's service records and found out only a little more than I already knew. My dad would never talk about it to us, not till he was dying. Then he did only a little. But he was in the Pacific, they were stationed near the Marshall Islands, building an airstrip on a little island named Kwajalein in the Majuro Atoll. I think it was a miserable experience being stuck out there, and he would just never talk about it. He would never even go to Hawaii, though my mother wanted to. He said he was there once during the war, before shipping out farther, and he just wouldn't go back.
His older brother was in the First Infantry, the famous Big Red One, which landed in the first wave on Omaha Beach at Normany, and he survived (in fact he lived for 50 more years). They fought their way up the hills there, through the town, and all the way to Paris, where they were among the first soldiers to march through Paris, when it was liberated.
Then they fought their way through Belgium, and marched into Liege when it was liberated. There was also a famous battle at a bridge though I'm not sure which one. Then they liberated a concentration camp in Germany though I'm trying to find out which one (I think it could have been Dachau from what I'm reading, but not sure). But they were so appalled when they opened up that camp, that after capturing the guards, they marched back into the village nearby and forced the villagers at gunpoint to go into the camp to see what was going on near where they were living.
My uncle said that up to that point he had been feeling conflicted about shooting at the Germans, as he was himself a 2nd generation German-American and was worried that he had been shooting at cousins. But after that camp experience, he no longer cared about that, and no longer felt German! He felt American.
But my uncle would almost never talk about it, though my sister was able to get that small amount out of him. And some I've learned just by reading about the history of the Big Red One.
And then their younger brother was stationed in Florida during the war, testing dive bombers. He said something very interesting to me once. He said that once he was testing a plane out over the area that's known as the Bermuda Triangle, and all of a sudden the instruments went haywire! And he doesn't know how long they were flying there or where they were flying after that, but they finally made it back to base landing with only gas fumes left in the tank. Apparently there is something to the Bermuda Triangle, he believes it's a real thing. Probably something magnetic.