This is what war meant to me growing up:

People getting killed, losing friends, I lost several friends in the Korean War. Some friends would come back with no arms and no legs, one just died a few weeks ago. It was scary. When I was a kid they gave my mother some sort of ration slips, you could only buy so much milk and so much bread, and cigarettes, we had to get city help when my father didn't make much money. They used to give her some sort of lard that she had to put dye in to make it look like butter. I used to sell rags, and pieces of copper and iron. I guess Hitler put Japan up to fight us, at Pearl Harbor. A lot of wars are fought over religious rights and that.