My dad was one of those men who never wanted to talk about the war. It was rare when he opened up about it and even then he talked about being in the mountains for 77 straight days opposite the Gustav Line in the winter. His main complaint? Being unable to change his underwear. On rare occasions something more dire would slip out, as when we were watching the beginning of Saving Private Ryan and a burning body came rolling out of a bunker after it was hit with a flamethrower. He stood up, muttered "you never forget that smell" and walked away.
Absorb whatever you can from her Brian. Written history never gets down to the level of detail she can provide.
Absorb whatever you can from her Brian. Written history never gets down to the level of detail she can provide.
