My Grandad
I have always been very close to my Grandparents (both still alive thankfully) and have always seen them on a very regular basis. With this in mind it came as some surprise to me at the age of 25 when my Grandad casually mentioned how he and his younger brother helped their Dad dig the family out of their garden after some nasty German dropped a bomb on their house!
They lived in Sheffield during the war and after that fateful night had to live elsewhere until the government saw fit to rebuild their house. He then spent a couple of years (with no R&R) sailing around the Med on an Escort Carrier.
The bombing was so commonplace in those days that it didn't seem exceptional to him. So much so that he didn't mention it until I happened to be asking him about the war.
Nowadays someone gets a 6 figure book deal to talk about the time they were stung by a wasp! Makes you think.
BV