My family has a tradition of "missing" wars. My grandfather volunteered when he came of age in 1944, and entered the air force. Which was a little strange, because he got airsick every time; they made him navigator so that when he puked he wouldn't hit anyone else, and eventually he became a mechanic. But the war ended before he got deployed.
My father was born on the fourth of July, which through luck or conspiracy got one of the very last lotto numbers in Vietnam, so he was never drafted.
I think my mother's done some work translating stuff for the armed forces, including some things which I probably can't talk about.