As it's Armistice/Remembrance/Veteran's Day weekend: each year I find myself thinking about my grandfathers, both of whom as recent immigrants to the US served in WW I. My dad's father, the family photographer of his generation, took photos during basic training here in the States, with a Kodak Autographic Junior. (There was a family legend of his having also taken photos under combat conditions in France, but there were no prints or negatives amongst the things I inherited.) In any event, it's a wistful weekend for me.
The primary image is a scan of the original nitrate negative; the other, a photo of my grandfather's camera before I passed it along to a cousin.