Very moving how ordinary men & women did extraordinary things and then returned to relative normality to live out their lives without any fuss.
2 Grandfathers served in WW1 – Ypres, Passiondale and Mons between them.
One won the DCM for rescuing his mates and an officer from no-man's land under machine gun fire – he never mentioned it and went back to working in the steelworks of Sheffield to bring up 4 kids alone (Gran died of cancer at 30).
Father flew Hurricanes in WW2 in Africa, went back to work as a draughtsman in a foundry.
Wife's grandfather was in the 8th Army, went from D Day right through North Africa, Italy and into Germany – immediately after the war they posted him to Aden – did not see Janes's grandma for 4 years. He only ever moaned about losing the first 4 years of married life, all else he just sucked up and go on with it.
The allotment over the lane is worked by an ex Polish pilot, he was saved from Stalin's purge by being married to a local girl. On remembrance day he and a Lancaster pilot go to the memorial loaded down with campaign and gallantry medals.
All of them were (and still is in my father's case) very modest men – have always been immensely proud of my family's part.
I wish I could be confident that I would do likewise.