Scratch, I feel the same way about my Grandpa. He served in the Phillippines. Left the top half of his left thigh over there. He didn't talk much about the actual fighting, just what it was like to serve with certain people, and how the bullets were too old at first, being hungry for days. It had to be done, endured, and achieved. It was. I have an Army news article clipping with his named mentioned opening the gates to a POW camp when it was liberated. He never talked about that one, found it in a book after he died.