As a kid there was a pleasingly cantankerous retired architect in our village, who bought me rejected chocolates from Rowntrees. He never mentioned the war. Why would he?
Years later we learned he'd been first up at D-Day. I'll never forget the chat I had with him about it. So this makes me happy.
It's amazing the lives people carry around with them. A close friend of my dad's was in his 70's when he was allowed to talk about his time at Bletchely Park. Even his wife didn't know.