Watching over on TCM the movie "The Best Years of our Lives"...

The guys coming home from war, trying to squeeze all that they missed on the first night home. The families trying to get their hands back around their loved ones, to squeeze out the war and yet not knowing how to do it or when to ask questions...

It's been happening since Homer wrote about it back so many years ago.

Curiously, the navy guy who lost him arms is named Homer. A vet who had lost his hands in the Navy played the roll of the disabled sailor.

Funny, the banker was a Sgt and the soda jerk was a Captain. Big shot in the military and back at the soda counter when he came home.

I've seen the movie several times, it still gets me even though I can watch while cobbling together a dinner for us.

At least these guys mustered out instead of being whisked from the jungle and dropped back into the states with out any decompression. No wonder the Vietnam vets felt out of sorts.