My father was a navigator and bomb aimer on Wellingtons and later Halifaxs during WWII. He very rarely mentioned it, brushing off questions from my younger sel

My father was a navigator and bomb aimer on Wellingtons and later Halifaxs during WWII. He very rarely mentioned it, brushing off questions from my younger self saying he never really saw much action. It wasn't until I was a lot older that I realised that this wasn't the truth and he had been in the air force since 1942. I can only assume (my father died several years ago) that he felt somewhat ashamed of his time in the war. I didn't appreciate the negativity surrounding the bombing campaigns until more recently when they opened the memorial in Hyde Park corner in London (http://www.rafbf.org/1794/bomber-command-memorial.html http://www.rafbf.org/1794/bomber-command-memorial.html). It's difficult to appreciate this when you grow up watching films like the Dambusters and 633 Squadron and seeing these guys as heroes. Dads are always heroes.