World War I–I was young and helping get him from his wheelchair into his car. Seemed unintentional, but maybe appearing ancient, confused, and off-balance is a good way to cop a feel.
World War II–None that I can think of. Not even any actors in awesome World War II movies. Calling them “the Greatest Generation” might be hype, but judging from personal experience, we might call them the generation with the most restraint.
Korean War–Walking down the hall at church, as a Korean War veteran put his arm around me, told me how much he liked me, and reached right over and gave me a squeeze. I backed away alarmed and then he started crying, telling me how much he loved his wife and didn’t deserve her. I agreed.
Vietnam War–Just the drunken full-body mush. Maybe we shouldn’t have had our Junior Prom at the VFW hall. That might have cut down on that.
Gulf War–Standing in my parents’ driveway. He leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back. He pulled his head away, gave me a weird smile, said “I didn’t know you were that kind of girl” and came at me like some kind of Frankenstein’s monster. At the time, I was like “What the hell, dude?” but what did I know about being a 20 year old boy?
Christ, it’s not until you’re a thirty year old woman that you get what those twenty year old boys are going through, as La Professora regularly reminds her students.