That is interesting, when I was growing up and a new kid moved into the naubor hood, or when I moved, you would simply say, "was your dad in the war!" Never mind Korea. Even when Vietnam was raging, if I met some one my age it would be the same question. Nothing more needed to be said.I still remember when fedoras were common. It's really the childhood memory of my father's fedora that has drawn me into the vintage hat world. My parents are deceased but I remember my mother's stories of driving around in a friend's Deusenberg and of having a flight in an open cockpit biplane. My father's first car was a Hupmobile for which he paid $15 and had to push home. When I was young, all of the men that I knew had served in the second world war...my father, all of my uncles, all of my friends' fathers... That period is still alive in my memory but I can certainly see it fading in the minds of younger people. Heck...so many people today refuse to even watch a black and white movie! (Must stop...starting to rant)