Since I've posted elsewhere about this in the past, I just thought I would do an "end of story" post.
A guy I work with, former SEAL, has a son who was in the sandbox (Iraq). Key word, "was." He came home yesterday in one piece. End of his second tour there. When his Dad asked him if he was done now, he replied, "Yeah." His Dad still isn't sure exactly what he meant by that.
The son has a PhD in Nursing and while the hospital he worked at kept his job, they moved him to third shift. I guess he said, "no thanks." Having a PhD in nursing in Ohio right now means his chances are good at landing a nice job soon.
The son also came back with a bronze star. Seems he was zooming his Dad (again, former SEAL who had a boat shot out from under him in Viet Nam) when he said he was on a hospital ship. He was riding medical evac. Hoo-rah! They were transporting an IA (Iraqi Army) soldier who was in bad shape (missing an arm was the only description I got) when they were shot down. The son stayed with the patient, under fire, until they could get out. The paitent, from what I could tell, lived. Something else, I'm sure, happened, but I don't have the story.
Bronze star. Hoo-rah!
I did joke with the Dad about he had a boat shot out form under him, and his son had a helicopter shot out from under him, that I don't think it would be good for his grandkids to go into the service.
So, as of today, I don't think I know of anybody in theater.