There is the headstone of a young Sergeant in our small village cemetery, killed in Italy only a few days before the war ended - he had also served in the Irish Brigade (Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers), despite coming from rural Lincolnshire.Same, Mums Dad was with 1st Battalion Royal Irish Fusilers. Went through Sicily and up to Monte Cassino, where he was wounded and casivaced to Malta.
He never talked either, every now and then and again always in May, he'd go down to bottom of garden and stare into the distance.
He was still with us, after I'd left the mob. But out of respect, never asked.
I do remember one thing I couldn't understand when I was a kid, but fully understand now. I had an Actionman as a kid, and had a British and German uniform for it, the Jerry uniform wasn't allowed in their house.