After WW2 ended there were a lot of guys coming back to my neighborhood after serving in the armed forces - there was one family that had 3 boys in the service during the war - all 3 came home but one of them was not the same anymore - one day I was working on my Plymouth in the driveway when I heard someone saying - help, help - I went over to the fence and saw a couple guys trying to put Johnny into a straight jacket - he was holding onto a fence and calling for help - every so often he would go off the deep end and the family would have to put him in a mental hospital for shock treatments - his brothers told us that he was in the invasion and was put on a burial detail - he and others would go around picking up dead bodies and load them on trucks - some of the bodies were all black and blown up - sometimes when they got picked up by the legs or arms they would come apart - the poor guy never got over that - war is hell - that's for sure - I often wonder if the young folks have any idea what sacrifices were made so they can be free