My papa told me war stories 3 times in his life, and all of them were when he was shitfaced drunk

One was he was running orders to new soldiers when they touched down in nam. One of his tasks was he would fly the c130s full if bodies back home, pick up a fresh batch then take them back. He would make them stand at attention weaving away so they wouldn't see the bodies pulled out and when they were Washing the blood out if the cabin they'd end up standing in the red puddles.

Also he told a kid not to light a cigarette in the dark because the snipers weren't shit. Guy didn't listen and he watched his head pop a a minute or so after the match went out