My Dad fought in Korea.
On the three occasions he talked about it, he cried.
The only other times he cried were upon realizing that my nephew was born with catastrophic disabilities and might never live outside of the hospital, at his mother’s funeral, and at my mother’s funeral.
Otherwise, he was unshakable.
That’s when I understood that war is a special level of hell.
Yup....it’s obvious that your Dad,like mine,deserves the title “The Greatest Generation”.