My Uncle Hank was some kind of gunner on a World War II plane. He never spoke of it to me but I know he flew 83 missions flying the first time at age 19 and his plane got shot up badly the first time up. He wondered how he would ever get through and ironically when he was asked if he would go up one more time for the 84th mission. He declined and the guy who replaced him never came back. My Uncle Steve was the National Treasurer for the World War II veterans and served in the Pacific and the story I heard was he carried two of his fellow combatants on his shoulders to save them. My cousin John was a Viet Nam Veteran who never spoke of the war and won the Silver Star. I repeat none of these guys spoke of their heroics and never spoke of war. I had two other uncles who served in World War II and two other cousins that served in Viet Nam. Agent Orange hit the Silver Star veteran pretty hard but he was always in shape and strong mentally and fighting it well to the best of my knowledge. He drove 5 hours to my mothers funeral then after the funeral drove 5 hours back because he had a checkup the next day. All of these veterans were very devout Catholics.