I was part of the ‘greatest generation and served in the Pacific in WWII. My sole brother was killed on Okinawa a few months before I landed on Leyte. We survived the great depression by having many meals of days old bread soaked in reconstituted powdered milk. At the time we didn’t think such a life would be put in the category of tin foil which seems to be the material of choice for some people..
So many brave young men, and so many families touched by loss. In 2006 my second cousin's remains were found in New Guinea. His plane crashed in bad weather after a bombing run on Apr 16, 1944.
I am sorry for your loss, and I thank you for your service.