My dad was a doctor (not a medic), stationed in South Carolina, before he was shipped overseas in WWII. When I was six months old my mom and I flew to live on base with him in South Carolina for one year. Then we moved back to Pittsburgh, PA while he was stationed India. He came home four years later a changed man, from what I understand. Apparently, what he saw and experienced left him with what they called in those days "melancholy". Today it's called PTSD. More on that later. Happy to be here.