My father died in 1978 when I was 19. I was constantly pestering him when I was a child for stories about the war, particularly his experiences as a POW. He would never give in to my pestering and would only say that the food was terrible in the POW camp. Even my mother did not have much information about his time in the war.
Only recently, when my own sons were studying WW2 at school,did I actually start thinking about it. This started me off on my own research which has proved to be very interesting and has become quite an obsession!