I always thought I knew my Dad, Bob Raebel pretty well and that he 

talked freely of his World War 2 experiences. Today in my sixties, I 

am beginning to realise how damaged he was.  He remembered and 

shared good bits, the fun part of War. The bad parts he blocked out 

and pushed questions aside, when asked directly.  His home life was 

not good and very few stories came out making a chronological 

analysis hard.