Probably me for one. - My Dad was drafted into the Army Infantry for the duration plus six. He’d already hit the beaches in N. Africa, Sicily, then into Italy - then into Germany. Had the backpack shot off his back by a German machine gunner, was injured by shrapnel; but, I’m sure he was slated for landing on the shores of Japan for more shooting & getting shot at. - I wasn’t born until 1946, after the war. - War is probably about as close to Hell as one gets in this life.
The second wost hell is watching a republic devolve into a tyrannical oligarchy. Now I know how real Roman patriots felt when Caesar did his power play.