Truely my heros are the WWII generation. As I started out my working carrer I worked with many WWII vets. Survivors of the Battan Death March, ground crews, combat infatry, Supply grunts, many many others.
Most of my uncles were WWII vets, friends I have made over the years, a lot were WWII vets I found out later. One was a scout sniper in Africa and Italy.
As an apprentice electrician I worked with a vet from the pacific theater. He retired from the job I was working with him on. The foreman one day asked Burt what he regretted he never doing. Burt said that he always wanted to meet Mae West! Well on the last day on the job we gave Burt a retirement present he would never forget-------a strip-o-gram dressed up like Mae West!!!!!
I think we made his day to say the least.
None of them ever complained about the hardships they endured. Never knew they were vets unless I asked. Most were reserved about talking about thier time in the service until they got to know me better.