My Dad was in the Coast Guard in WWII. He was on the hospital ship Relief in the Pacific. He never talked about what happened. His brother had the horrible task of going ashore and collecting the dead and body parts, he committed suicide a few years after the war ended. Years later I can see why. No matter what his duty on the ship was, dad saved many Allied lives, preparing chow, washing bed sheets and scrubs, or whatever. Dad was the oldest kid and had but an 8th grade education. I keep a Coast Guard hat on my head, hoping one day I may run into a ship mate before it's too late. One does not need a combat award to be a hero. Thanks dad.