Lieut. Thomas Arthur Metheral, Royal Flying Corps, 1896-1917
Howarth Lancaster Wolfe, 1920-2006
My grandfather served in WWII with the Canadian Navy. He originally wanted to join the airforce (all the cool enlisted got to be in the airforce), but I guess he didn't really have the aptitude because they told him, 'We'll call you when Hitler gets to the Rockies'. So the Navy it was. According to my mom, 'He was a radio operator in the Canadian Navy and served on a minesweeper, HMCS Quinte. During his time in the navy, he learned to translate Morse code and to tie dandy knots. He also acquired the ability to sleep through anything, and a fondness for overproof rum.' His ship never entered international waters, but in those days people on the East Coast of Canada really thought they might be attacked, so it was almost as dangerous as going to Europe.
My grandmother's three brothers also went off to war in Europe, and luckily all three of them came home safely (which certainly wasn't expected).
I'm sure many families have stories like these, so in the spirit of Remembrance Day, feel free to share yours in the comments section.