I have been dealing with military families lately and it reminds me of my own. My father, Martin Bunker, served in the Navy in WW II. His son, my brother, Billie Bunker, served 20 years in the Navy including several stays in Antarctica and 1 whole day on the Oriskany off Vietnam. His son, my nephew, Gary Bunker, served 12 years in the Army with several hitches in So. Korea. My first husband, Eugene Haumschild, served in the Army Air Force in the So. Pacific during WW II. My second husband, Archie Richards, served in the Army in the So. Pacific during WW II and then until 1949 in the Air Force. My uncle, Harry Mills, served in the Army in Europe during WW II. His sons, Art and Earl Mills, both served in the Army in So. Korea. My son-in-law, Cesar Abreu, served over 20 years in the Army with deployments in both Afghanistan and Iraq. In addition, both of my parents had uncles who were killed in WW I. None of us knew them of course, since my parents were born in 1917 and 1918 during that war. The whole thing about this is that it is not at all unusual for a Bunker family. Bette