Jake, really? I mean fathers, like mine, had spent the early part of the 40's in war. Either in Europe against the Nazis or in the far east against Japan. Then in the early 50's against the North Koreans and the Chinese. Chances are, they talked about it just enough to get your ears perked up. And then, when they saw you were listening, it would grow silent. There were probably mementos in the house; uniforms, medals, equipment that they brought back with them. I was proud of my father, even back then before I understood the full ramifications of what he did. He waded ashore onto Omaha beach for crying out loud. Fought clear across France and into Germany. My dad was and is a true American hero. A member of the greatest generation. My mother worked while he was gone and raised four children alone. Her feat alone is simply astounding. They were both heroes in my eyes and luckily I had the opportunity to tell both of them before they passed. God Bless them and what they did.
You have no idea of what you write about.
