My grandfather (US Army, armor, medical corps), father (USAAF, C-54, B-24 mechanic), uncle (USMC), uncle (US Navy, torpedoman, USS Jenkins), uncle (US Army, combat engineer) got us a 5 star flag in the window. Mom and I lived with my grandmother, and one of my earliest memories is looking out through an old-fashioned wooden screen door, the cross bar in the middle just above my head, and seeing my father coming home from his service, in his tans and bomber jacket walk up the sidewalk. To save money, he'd hitch-hiked home from an airbase in Massachusetts. That was April, 1946.
I recall too that my grandmother rented out a couple rooms upstairs to two aeronautical engineers. She told me one of them designed the nose of the B-29.
I've told the story here before of my uncle's being on the Jenkins when she struck a mine in a Jap held harbor, sunk bow resting on the bottom, and the rest of the squadron left her alone overnight.
And I've also related the story of my godfather's being shot down and KIA on his squadron's next-to-last mission of the war, staying at the controls to buy his crew time to get out of the flaming B-24.