love to hear of those types of stories.
I had the opportunity to look after an elderly veteran of WW2 who when was extremely ill one day, started to tell me that he refused to die until he could find his friend (or family of his friend) who helped save his life in a rather nasty trench battle.
He explained that he got a bayonet to his 'gut' and his friend stood over him in the battle to try to keep their opponents from finishing the job. He then showed me a photo of said friend.... it was my grandfather. (He even gave me the full name of my Pop which really shocked me further!)
My Pop always told us that during the war you had enemies. But after the war... it was just a friend who was just trying to do their job. (My Grandfather had the habit according to this gentleman of sharing his own rations to prisoners of war who were in a bad way according to the guy. And he even said that it was how my Pop got the Turkish binoculars... which my family treasures!
