Lately, for some reason, I've been watching a number of WW-II documentaries on Netflix and Amazon.
My Ol' Man was a DI when the war started and also taught motor pool. He left for France, two weeks after I was born D-Day 6/6/1944. He was on the front lines until he was critically injured in the Battle of the Bulge. He received two Frontline Promotions, two Bronze Stars, and a Silver Star before a mine took off his left leg and a piece of shrapnel hit his left hand. The fire and heat of the explosion cauterized his leg so he didn't bleed to death. It was two days before medics reached his squad's position and he was evacuated. He then spent two years in a VA hospital for operations on his leg and a kind doctor, rather than amputating his hand since he was a mechanic, day by day pieced it back together.
He never spoke of the was but was a real SOB as a father. Mom, years after he passed many years ago, said she he was not the same man she married and that he needed her. That was her reason for staying with him.
Once he was talking with someone else, I don't recall who, and he mentioned that if the German prisoners weren't moving fast enough, they just stabbed them in the ass with their bayonets. I thought he was BSing.
I had studied WW-II but not extensively. I doubt 1 in 1,000 citizen's today have a clue as to the brutality, ferocity, viciousness, and cruelty in both wars, Germany and Japan.
What men and women in all branches of the military are impossible to comprehend. May God Bless each and every one whether they gave their lives or survived to suffer their battles daily until they died.
REALLY something for us to be thankful for on Thanksgiving!