I grew up with images of Vietnam on the TV. You know how to infuriate an 8 year old? Interrupt Roadrunner with Vietnam battles.

But as I got older, I would get some stories from a few relatives. My stepmother's stepfather was a combat engineer. He told a few. He was on Omaha. I believe he also was at Anzio. My great uncle on my mother's side told me some stuff that his wife had never heard. It seems most people who have been in the <excrement> don't really want to talk about it. For whatever reason, some would talk to me. Maybe because I was a WWII buff. Dunno. They're almost gone now (my relatives are gone, but there are still a few vets left). Very few people left to tell their stories.

I heard about a project that interviewed war vets and holocaust survivors to get their stories before they expired. Don't remember what it was called. A worthy effort. Hopefully they managed to get a lot. Then they just need to figure out how to get those stories to the public. War isn't Rambo or John Wayne. It's more like Tom Hanks (Private Ryan).