Wasn't too many kids here when I was growing up that could say that their father was in WW2. That was partly due to the fact that he was 50 when I was born.
He, like many others, hardly ever spoke about that time in his life. Actually he didn't talk to me about much and if it wasn't for sports, we wouldn't have talked at all.
My mom always told me not to talk to him about the war. Occasionally after some Glenfiddich he'd tell me a story and it was always a reminder that my dad had experienced things that I only saw in movies.
Most of my dad's stories though made it sound like he fought the Yanks