Thank you for this, a very touching comment. I had two uncles who were in WWII in the Pacific. Neither ever said a word about it, but, as an adult, I was able to visit one of them the year before he died and interview him. In his old age he was very philosophical about his experience. His favorite story was about coming home. He took an overnight train from Kansas City to the small town near his parent's farm. His brother lived in the town and he woke him up. It was Easter Sunday morning, and the two of them drove to the farm, the first his mom and dad had seen the soldier in 2 years. They had no idea he was even in the US. Luckily somebody got out a camera and we have a picture of their reunion. That became his war story, and our story about his war. Nobody, in truth, wanted to know what he had seen "over there." To me, as a kid, he was like a man who had stepped out of a movie.