[Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] One of my grandfathers drove a supply truck, the other cleared cities and constantly worried about snipers.
Until the day he died, he would hit the ground everytime he heard a loud pop. Some things you can’t shake. 
They never talked about it