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(1,850 posts)Dad drove a half track. He was in N. Africa, Sicily, was at Normandy a few days after D-Day, W. Europe, and was wounded 24 hours after arriving in Germany. He spent months in the hospital at Battle Creek, MI before going home and picking up his life. The world had changed drastically in the four years he had been gone. His dad had died, and his mom and little sister were no longer on the farm. My mom's mother had died, and my mom had moved into town and become a "career woman." I can't imagine the culture shock he must have felt.
Unlike the fathers of many of my friends, Dad talked about his war experiences--but only things like having the best spaghetti dinner he had ever eaten, when he was in Sicily, or being able to speak the local language when he was in Holland, or the time they captured a German payroll. It wasn't until after he had died that I realized how much he hadn't told us.