My dad as well would agree who had brothers die in World War Two. My dad told a story of his older brother coming back from serving in the pacific theater. He had been trained as a “snake eater”, the first of the special forces, and came back big and muscular. My dad saw the neighbor come over and thank him for his service and called him a hero. My uncle picked the neighbor up by the neck and said, “Don’t call me a hero” and put him back down, terrifying the man. It changed my dads view of war and how it can ruin the men who fight it, like his brother.