Curval, quite apt in this case. Dad will tell us kids all the stories we want to hear about how he would get to the front of the chow line, steal things from the army guys, what malaria is like and so forth. But when it comes to the obvious bullet hole in his leg and a few other tidbits we have learned from others that were in his company that drop by the house every couple years or so, he is steadfastly silent.