My Dad fought in the Army in the Korean War. I never knew until after he died that her been on the front lines. One story he did tell was about a Korean priest who brought a corporal (not the military kind: a corporal is a specially blessed cloth. Relics sewn within make it appropriate for Mass to be celebrated in situations such as this; the relics serve as the altar stone would.) and celebrated Mass on the hood of a Jeep. My Dad spoke a little Korean; the priest a little English- but Mass was in Latin. Everyone there was able to hear Mass that day. My father could never tell that story without crying. He had a great love of the Latin, and said it was painful to hear It in English for the first time. He never lost his perspective, though. Never missed, even when he was crippled and using a walker.
God bless that priest. God bless all those whom we remember today, and those who continue to fight. I pray to God that, one day, our Armed Forces will have a Commander in Chief who is worthy of their allegiance, and a nation that truly appreciates their sacrifices and those of their loved ones.
What a beautiful story about your dad. God bless him and his memories.