My mother passed away earlier this year. As my sister and I were going through the seeming endless piles of old papers, mostly utility receipts and myriad other things that would (should) have been thrown away years ago, but like many that grew up during the Great Depression, she was loathe to throw out anything, we found a stack of letters written by her brother from Europe during WWII, It looks as though he was there from D-Day 'til the end of the war. He passed a few years ago. I haven't read them yet, but know it will be fascinating. He, like your Grandfather, never talked much about the war. Just that he was in the Corps of Engineers, then change the subject.

Contra todo mal, mezcal; contra todo bien, también