That's a shame, I'm sure they must have some fascinating stories, but I can understand why they may not want to talk about them. Sounds like your father had a hell of a time too.
My father didn't talk much about his experiences, but I believe he was luckier than most in that I don't think he saw any action. He was involved in communication repairs and drove a truck and I believe entered France about 10 days after D-Day. He did get shot once though - but it was friendly fire!!! Someone dropped their rifle and the bullet went up the back of both of my father's legs. The scars were horrendous but he could walk fine so he was lucky. A German soldier was in hospital in the bed next to him and they swapped a few things. One was the eagle and swastika insignia from his uniform which I now have (my father passed away in 1995).
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