my grandad was, like most, in ww2.
He never talked about it. Ever. When questioned about photos or the box of medals he always went quiet and made tea. When he was dying he started telling small stories, huge snakes on railway lines in burma etc.. my dad told me he remembered as a boy despite the rationing making rock cakes to send to him so as to remind him of home. Shortly after grandad told me 'they came in handy in a tight spot. I used to throw em at the Japs'
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