Doing a bit of genealogy lately. I haven't been able to find my great-grandfather's service records -- most likely they perished in an archival fire in St. Louis a few decades ago -- but coincidentally enough, he was at Camp Lee, Virginia, for the 1920 census. I'm guessing he was being demobilized. From the stories he used to tell, I think he was part of the American Expeditionary Force in north Russia after his time on the Western Front, probably part of the Transportation Corps. He was always good with cold weather vehicles.
Yeah, he lived to be 95. Hitting 90 is not uncommon on that side of the family. The two great-grandfathers of his I've been able to track down reached 90 and 89.
Digging around, his ancestors all appear to be "Old Lutherans", emigrants from the 1830s too stubborn for the King of Prussia's unified state church. This astonished contemporaries. Prussia, harshing Protestants? But Fred Bill 3 was not the sharpest knife in the drawer; and Fred Bill's son pulled the same crap on the Catholics and the Poles. (There's a poem.)
How we became Methodists I don't know, but the word "stubborn" probably appears in the explanation. It also explains why a conservative German-speaking Protestant household would still loathe the Kaiser, um, into my generation. World War One? not a surprise.
Before Claudia asks: from Brandenburg and Pomerania, and one actually from Berlin. Natzke, Nohr, Otto, Ranthum, and Wendt; which might as well be a row of mailboxes in rural Wisconsin. (Incidentally, there are some very creepy online stores which sell Pomerania regalia. Cousins? get over it.)