Mother - a model whose career was cut short by the war; and Father - whose war was cut short by the bomber he was in, coming to ground in Kent, with he (a rear gunner) the only passenger. The war resumed for him shortly afterwards though. It did for my mother too - she was blown out of London and into Somerset by German Doodlebugs, and 1000 pound bombs falling on the East End. He was blown back into hospital by a German spy and a poisoned cup of tea.
My generation had it so easy - no war, no National Service, no Vietnam, no conflict.