My gramps (WW2) never said many words about his time over there.

The only real story he'd happily tell was in tobruk, they captured a bunch of italian doctors and locked them up. Doctors were separated and kept in the doctors quarters away from general.

Every night they let the italian docs out (although they were let out almost whenever they wanted), they'd sit around, drink, smoke and share medical techniques.

They all wrote to each other for years after the war.

He also strictly prohibited anyone in the family going to the parades which was interesting. Didn't give a reason, just went silent when asked.

Thank you Grandad. 🌿

Yep. Granted that kids were considered adult a bit faster then than now, but still .... My maternal grandfather went to war aged 17 and a bit - near enough to 18 to get past the recruiting sergeant. Along with five of his brothers. Only he came home.