I always marveled at the sense of perspective one must have gained after making it all the way through the war and back home safe.
Anything else you would face in life as far as difficulty would pale by comparison.
One would think so. The only WW2 veteran I know well is my great-uncle, who was in the Pacific. (He's fighting in the Philippines, "now-minus-70 years.") Although he'd gotten married a few days before the Pearl Harbor attack, he stayed on in the Pacific until 1947. Then he went to work for a fertilizer company back in Missouri.