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My father was a highly decorated WWII vet. Had his arm blown off in the Battle of the Bulge. He never spoke about his war experience. When he died in 95, Bill Clinton sent my Mom a letter stating what a hero my old man was. It was then we found out he had a Bronze Star, Silver Star, Pres Battle Citation with 4 Oak leaf culsters and on and on.
That's the way those guys were. They never mentioned the experience except among themselves.
Only one time did I hear him talk about the war. I was little, maybe 5 or 6 and his friend #^&#^&#^&#^& McNamara came over on a Sunday afternoon. They sat around the dining room table and drank wine, smoked cigs and talked about war. I was awe struck until my Mom dragged me away as the language started to get crusty.
Makes my stint in combat in Nam seem like a walk in the park compared to those guys.
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