My mom's four brothers...all served and saw combat and all came home. The family was very lucky. My Uncle Bennie...the oldest...hit Omaha Beach in the first wave and survived only to be hit outside of St. Lo and invalided out of combat. His survival itself is a separate story as he wasn't expected to live. The youngest...Max...is the only one still with us and is in his 90s. He was a signalman and loader for a 40mm anti-aircraft battery on a destroyer and his ship was anchored by a half-sunken Japanese battleship in Tokyo Bay at the surrender.
Uncle Abe was in an ammunition supply unit in Italy and Uncle Mushie was a gunner on a Navy bomber. He died young enough I never found out whether it was a land-based bomber or carrier aircraft. As so common with veterans the four never really talked much about their wartime experiences.
My Uncle Bennie rarely talked of the war outside of the funnier aspects of being in the service. He didn't open up about his experiences until shortly before he passed...he pretty much only had long-term memories then...outside of commenting how good-looking my wife is (which she loved hearing).