I only had two living great uncles. My favorite Uncle George was in the German calvary. It got so bad they slice off a piece of their horses to eat but not so much that the horses couldn't function. He never spoke too much about it, but I do remember that story. My other uncle Wally was actually s Swiss trucker. He was stuck in Germany during the war and conscripted to run trucks. Stayed in Germany when he met and married my great aunt.