I agree with Ellageo and can relate to her. My dad returned from the Pacific battles in 1945. He functioned fine, but when he would see the President putting the wreaths on the tombs of the Unknown Soldiers, or when he would talk about what the enemy had done to the people in the islands of the Pacific, he would always cry. His emotions were very close to the surface for the rest of his life. He was from the generation of do what you have to do to be a man and keep a stiff upper lip. I loved him dearly and miss him every day.