During the Second World War, my paternal grandfather was an enlisted sailor on an army troopship that dropped soldiers at Palau and Okinawa. He was a Machinist's Mate, but his combat station was on a quad 40mm anti-aircraft gun battery. He was awarded the Bronze Star for his bravery during a Kamikaize attack on his ship off the Ie Shima peninsula.
Grandpa Chuck (yes, his name WAS Chuck! Hehe) didn't like talking about it much, but I did get the gist of it from him. He said he did what he had to do so his ship wouldn't sink from suicide attacks. The reality was that he had to deal with all the blood and gore of pulling the remains of a shipmate from his 40mm battery so he could take his place and keep his battery's guns shooting.
My life pales in comparison to my grandfather's...
Happy Father's day, Grandpa Chuck

RC