My father served in Egypt, Iran, North Africa, Italy and finally Germany. Until I was 11 my parents seemed fine. Following moving house my father spent more time going to his local and drinking cider at home. The arguments grew worse and he became violent, sometimes hurting Mum quite badly. I was seriously frightened for her. She in turn became a medical junky.
Years later, I realised that it all stemmed from WW2. He rarely talked about the war, would not go to either Italy or Sicily. He did tell me just once that he was hiding in a small bunker but became very anxious and left. His mates were blown to pieces.
Just imagine five years of utter horror both abroad and at home. The virus has brought home to me how much my family endured during the course of both world wars (plus all the other conflicts).
My father died at 60 from cancer and Mum 9 months later, a suicide. She missed him even though he could be so very violent.
Before he died he did say how sorry he was for making our lives so difficult. Mum left a suicide note saying she could not continue. It was so sad for both of them.