The color photos are nice, but the black and white ones of WW2 really bring it home, That truly was the the greatest generation. (No offence to our guys and gals in Iraq and Afghanistan, they having a tough slog too).
But in WW2, everyone was involved, abroad and on the home front, my dad and all my uncles were in it for the long haul. There was no one year tour of duty then, you were there until it was finished, no matter long it was going to take.
One uncle started in North Africa, landed at Ansio, then in Normandy, was on his was to Japan when they dropped the big on on Hiroshima. He was a front line troop and never got a scatch, pretty amazing, but saw lots of buddies killed and injured.
My dad was in the artillary, and after the war, never wanted to see a gun again.