Early in my working career most co workers were World War 2 vets. Most were very quiet humble men. But you could look into their eyes and tell they were tough and had seen a lot of things. My Dad had seen a lot also. He went to England in 1941 as a civilian aircraft electrician. He said when they left New York and could still see the Statue of Liberty , German subs sunk a few ships in his convoy.
He stayed in England 18 months, came home and was drafted into the Army. Went to the pacific with the 25th division. Got shot on Luzon , lost his left eye and ear. Toughest man I’ve ever known. Hasbeen
