My father would never talk about his war experiences. All he ever told me was that he was in Italy walking behind tanks. He did tell me he never like snow skiing because he had his fill of it during the war. So I don’t even know the context of that either. As a result it probably never inspired me to study the war in great detail.
Fellows of that generation and those who’ve seen combat saw things probably best not seen. I can’t imagine seeing your buddies getting killed.