The guy who taught me to fly tailwheel was a WW2 tank driver. Dude never talked about his time over there, and as much as I wanted to hear his story, I never brought it up. He did have a shadow box hanging in the hangar, dude had 2 Silver Stars, 2 Bronze Stars w/V device and a Purple Heart. Most humble and unassuming dude I've ever met. I can't even imagine what he saw/experienced, what a generation!