My grandfather is buried in a military cemetery near Culpeper, VA. He was injured in WWII while driving a jeep. He was trying to signal to another jeep driver who had the "cat eyes" on that he was drawing fire, and the other jeep hit him. His arm gave him problems for the rest of his life, and I think he got a small payment monthly after that. He passed away at the age of 88.
He carried an M1 carbine, and if he cleaned it up nicely, he would always be forced to swap with someone of higher rank who didn't like to clean their rifle, so he started only cleaning it when he had to. He was drafted even though he had three kids because he registered in DC where he was born rather than in VA where he lived, and the DC draft board actually bragged about being among the first to draft fathers as if that was something to be proud of.
--Tom