I can't believe that it's been 75 years.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again: If you know someone who was a WWII vet, and they are ok talking about it, listen to what they have to say about the war. The stories they can tell you are pretty unbelievable. Their numbers dwindle by the day.
In my family, I had a great uncle who was an Army Ranger in the Pacific, but he never talked about his service, and stayed tight lipped about it, and took his experiences to the grave. My paternal grandfather was actually in the Italian army, and was a British POW. He died 7 years before I was born, but he served in Ethiopia when they invaded, and was offered to be a "court cobbler" for the installed emperor there, but turned it down after seeing the writing on the wall. At some point on his way out of there, he was captured by the British. He didn't make it home until mid-1946.
Later on around 2003, when I was in college majoring in History, I took a WWII History course. We had an assignment requiring us to seek out a WWII veteran and interview them. We had two family friends who were veterans: one who served in the Marines in the Pacific and fought at Guadalcanal, and a former Navy machinist who served in Britain repairing battle damaged ships. I ended up choosing the Navy machinist, as he was more open to talk about his experiences. In the middle of the interview, he stopped me and asked why I chose him. He said that he didn't matter, and he was no hero. He didn't win any medals for service, and was not recognized for his efforts. I corrected him and told him that he DID matter, and without people like him, Allied ships couldn't operate and protect supply fleets and provide support. He did what he w He broke down in tears, telling me that I was the first person to ever thank him for his service. I will never forget that, ever. And I'm glad I took the time to speak with him, because he passed away a few months later.
Sorry about the word castle, but every year around this time, I remember Ollie (the man I interviewed) and his service, along with all the other everyday men and women who served with him that kept the war effort afloat. I also remember my grandfather, who was on the other side, and how he spent years just wanting to go back to his family. It's easy to forget stuff like this; not everyone who served was a Purple Heart/Medal of Honor War Hero, and they often get lost in the shuffle.