*dusts off meme*
The anniversary of D-Day had me inquiring to my mom who in our family fought in World War II. None of my family was on Normandy beach, but did I learned that both sides fought in the war, but only one of them came out of it relatively unscathed.
My grandfather, my mom's dad, was a radio controller and was stationed in both Germany and France during his deployment. He didn't really talk about the war. He always said it was good dinner conversation whenever any of the kids inquired, but there was one story that he would drag out when company was over.
While in Germany he left the "safety" of the camp to do his nightly call in. He sat himself beneath a rather large tree and started his transmission. Halfway through he heard a 'whoosh' and the tree behind him had a sudden hole in it.He looked at the bullet hole, looked out the dark and then got the hell away from that tree.
He'd then laugh and change the subject.