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My grandfather was in Italy. He would never talk about it. I remember finding a box of stuff in his closet once when I was young but don't remember details.
When my Dad died a little while ago, we scrounged up the grandfather's stash. A map of their route through southern Italy with notes. An AA shell with initials and a date punched into it. Some coins, medals, usual stuff. A piece of shrapnel I recall the old man saying he pried out of a doorframe after it almost hit him.
Yeah, nowadays young adults get PTSD when their Skip The Dishes/Uber Eats is 5 minutes late or is missing a condiment. Or if they have to actually talk to someone face to face, or, God forbid, on the PHONE. Hard to believe the tribulations those war generations endured.
I think when my Grandfather went to regimental reunion things, they were a way of dealing with the ptsd. These guys didn't want to talk to other people about the shit they saw and experienced. He used to be away for a few days at a time, I've got a feeling he used to get blitzed as he liked a beer or two. You can't really talk about the experiences of war with anyone else because people can't understand it unless they experience it first hand.
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