Same goes for those of us from the Somalia/Iraq/Afghanistan combat zones when we're around people who have either never experienced combat or aren't in uniform.
@txradioguy Some things never change. One of my father's friends was drafted during WW-2 and became a tanker. He got a battlefield commission to 1st Lt,a Purple Heart,and a Silver Star during the invasion of Africa with Patton,and rode a tank all the way to the outskirts of Berlin. When the war ended,he didn't buy into the "rotation time home" plan in place,so he just bought a boat ticket and came home. Told me as far as he was concerned "I was drafted for the duration of the war,and I remained in uniform for the duration of the war. The war was over so I came home." I guess his war record kept him from serving any time.
I had known this man all my life,and didn't have a clue about any of this until he was old and needed help moving a refrigerator out of his tiny 2 room house. That was when I saw all the photos under the glass on his kitchen table. He knew when I enlisted in the army and he had seen me in uniform,but had never said a word until I saw those photos and asked him about them. The only time in my life I ever saw him anything but happy was that day,when I mentioned Patton. I thought the top of his head was going to come off. He was NOT a Patton fan,even though Patton was the one that pinned his SS and silver bars on him.
He wasn't ashamed of anything he did,and he didn't have any PTSD. He said he never talked about it because there was no one around that would understand it.