Same, and same. A common trait. I've commented before in other threads how odd it was for me to see the veterans providing interludes during Band of Brothers. That is completely foreign to my experience, and that includes my pop, an aunt, and four uncles, one of whom fought in the Battle of the Bulge, who left home speaking perfectly fine, but came back with the stutter my brothers and I knew in the 60s. Ironically, he drove a VW Fastback wagon that he had imported to Bayonne. When he visited he brought packages of mushrooms, and big buckets of golf balls he found when picking mushrooms. We'd play cards, putz around the garage, go fishing, and when he was in a jovial mood, he'd do handstands on chairs, one arm on the seat, one on the top of the backrest, and, once, no lie, on the chimney of the house. He was a legendary wrestler in high school. When he left, we'd find cloves of garlic in the pockets of our coats. But never once told a war story.