I had two Uncles in WW2 and they bumped into each other on Okinawa during the War. One was a 1st Marine Raider the other was in the Navy on an LST, both made it back.
My uncle Leon was right there with them. He didn’t get his purple heart (shot in the leg) until he was a very old man. He never talked about it. The only thing he ever said to me was to ditch my pack if I ever came off a landing craft.