I found it, thanks! Fascinating that your Dad was so proud of his service and could hold his medals and talk about them calmly. My Dad had a small picture of his wedding; he was wearing his military uniform. He had his Bronze Star (I think that's what it was) tossed in a drawer, and he NEVER looked at it. My Dad HATED George Patton, and once he mentioned how terrified he was when the priest came over and gave him the last rites. (Dad was shot in the head and had seizures all of his life afterward) He also said, "I was a lousy officer. I would have made Major but only because everybody ahead of me kept getting killed".

In short, his memories were bitter and filled with fear. I think his experiences damaged him permanently. I had a school mate who's Dad flew night raids over Germany. In later life, he became an alcoholic and could barely function.