"That John, he's a hell of a guy. On D-Day, he flew into Normandy on a glider. He was only eighteen."
"Wow, and he survived?"
"He sure did. Made it all the way to The Battle of the Bulge."
"I can't imagine what he saw. Does he ever talk about it?"
"A little bit."
"Did he kill anyone?"
"Oh, I bet he killed a lot of people over there."
"I wonder if he ever has nightmares or anything like that."
"I don't know. He eats a lot of blintzes, though. That's his favorite thing to eat at brunch. Blintzes with raspberry syrup."