I am in Illinois, a few miles from Mississippi river. My father died in 1983, when I was just 17 (he was 2 weeks shy of his 60th birthday.) He was in the Army 45-47. He spoke once of WW2 and it was brief. The tone of his voice & the gazed look in his eyes said more than his words. He told me, "It was horrible... a kill or be killed situation. To look at a man & know you have to take his life before he takes yours. I have nightmares that just won't go away." I never asked him about it again. My father & I were very close & that's why finding information, medals, ribbons etc. mean so much to me.