My friend's dad was point man at Dachau and killed a lot of Nazis.
Yeah, he was never really right after that, ok? May not have been so right before.

No, it was the war that did it.
My uncle was never right after Normandy, either. He told me about it one time.
Out of all my life, he only told me once.
Yeah, his buddy was there with him from the beginning until they stepped onto the beach,
boot camp, all that, then his buddy's leg got blown off and flew right by his face and they were in this artillery crater,
and his friend was still alive for a minute or 2 and he held him until he died. That's a long minute or 2.
I'm not mad at him a bit.