Just read a blogpost by Dakota Meyer. He spent his 24th birthday giving a talk about the total FUBAR that led to his Medal of Honor citation, and of those friends, he lost that day, who never had a 24th birthday.
When I turned 24, 1970, I was just out of the Navy, freshly married, and sucking up unemployment payments and GI Bill. Looking for work.
Where were you, what were you doing?