I knew a lot of vets growing up in Florida. There was one man named Mr. Hicks that used to babysit me. Another man, Mr. Barber, a WWII - Korean War vet also babysat me and was like a grandfather to me. Mr. Barber never really talked much about the war, but Mr. Hicks did.
Mr. Hicks was a Korean War vet. He was a very nice man but he would tell me all the nitty gritty details about his experiences during the Korean War. I don't know why he told me ... it may have been because I asked him about it.
Mr. Hicks was in the Marines. He was shot 6 times in one battle and left in a ditch to die. In fact, he told me he died. He told me he could remember hovering over his body and watching the battle. Whether or not any of this is true, its what he told me (he showed me the scars where he was shot).
He was picked up by a passing Jeep and his body was used as a shield. He was shot an additional 3 times when someone noticed he gasped for air.
He told me that was what convinced him that God is real.