My dad was really quiet, but back when T.V. first came into our part of the country he took me with him to one of his war buddies house to watch a documentary on the war. He talked with the man about breaking into a hut and it was full of bodies and the green fly's swarmed out off the place and all over them.
After the war he would send me around the house with a fly swatter looking for green fly's. He'd go ape if a green fly got in the house.
I went on many a fatal mission looking for green fly's.
I guess since he thought I was there to whack'em he was safe enough.
My uncle was sort of a hell raiser, and when I got back we were talking about stuff soldiers get into, he told me about France, he said they were hid out by a pond, some ducks started landing on the pond. they had been there quite a while and he was bored, so he shot a duck. that caused all the troops to start shooting, he said it like to have scared the old farmer to death.
I miss them both.