I met and talked with a WW2 P38 pilot that was shot down, held prisoner, then escaped to come back to the states to have a nice life with a family, kids, grandchildren etc.
He passed about a year ago and his grandson came in to my store and told me of his passing, then handed me a set of wings that his grandfather had flown with on his uniform. My mouth just dropped open.
I said, "I can't possibly accept these, they should be kept in your family to keep your grandfathers memory and his sacrifice alive". He said, " My grandfather had a note on these that we were to give them to you, and besides, none of us wanted them."
I immediately accepted them.
I cried a little after he left, not for his passing, but for the uncaring attituted toward his sacrifice displayed by the only family member of his that I met.