My maternal grandmother had one son, three son in laws, a would be son in law, and a nephew in the war simultaneously ~ several in heavy combat. Two died.
My other grandmother had three sons, a brother in law and two nephews in the war simultaneously ~ several in heavy combat. She saw a Movietone News Reel where they carried away one son on a stretcher (it was days before she knew if he was alive or dead).
Their hometown, Seymour, Indiana, was also home to Freeman Field. They could see what the air war was all about right here ~ http://www.freemanfield.org/images/data/FREEMANFACTSHEET.pdf
They were amazing people, them and their children. We, that came later, had such different lives....lives of peace and plenty.
My son served in Desert Storm and it made me physically ill almost daily. I came to understand, quickly, the difference in the generations. They handled hardships and adversity much better than I. However, the war was a picnic considering what my grandmother endured.
And I still miss her and she died in ‘73.