In reality they all did it for the whole worlds freedom firstly, but when they arrived and the reality set in ; they all fought more for their mates around them.

My Grandad was a rear gunner in a Lancaster and another type of bomber too, lonely job out there on the tail .

My other Granddad was a truckie out in the sahara and got enphzema from all the dust which took one lung and then his life eventually.
He used to send my gran love poems from the front and they are in the war memorial in Canberra , even though he was in the British army.