Dad didn't talk of his time in the Navy often, though when he did, when asked, it was with fond remembrance. One of my great regrets will forever be not taking pen to page during the occasional conversations we'd have about his service, which gave some needed structure to the life of an 18 y.o. kid. The specifics are gone but not the sentiment: it provided a sense of purpose, showed him the world and made him a man.
He and my mom were married between deployments. Young and in love since high school. They moved to Sanford, FL and lived in a garage apartment. Rent was $40/mo, nearly a third of his take-home pay but they made it work because that's what you did. That's what you do. And somehow I'm sure it brought them closer, even when he was so far away. They made it work as families must, particularly those who shoulder the burden of sacrifice for the sake of security... for us all.