As a kid I recall my dad passing through the room while I was watching TV and asking what I was watching. It was the John Wayne film, The Fighting Seabees. My dad who spent some of the war up in the Aleutians replied that, "Back in the Navy we said that the Seabees stood for confused bastards."
Another time he asked what I had watched the previous night and told him The Battle of the Bulge (John Wayne wasn't in this one). He said he had a friend die in that battle, a guy named Joe Lucky. He said they both worked at an engineering company in Cleveland and ate lunch together. He recalled because of the war effort they were given only 7 minutes for lunch. When their deferments ran out my dad joined the Navy and his friend joined the Army.
The only other "war story" I ever got out of my parents was the time I was sitting at the kitchen table setting the gap in a set of spark plugs. My mom walked by and said that is what she did during the war.