wow....
I understand a bit, but not alot. When My brother was over there (2 tours) and you heard about a chopper crash, it was always an emotional time, until you heard 1) what kind (he is a Kiowa pilot) and 2) who they were. I've never been so relieved to hear someone died in the war then when it was a Kiowa pilot and I hadn't heard from him yet. He was pretty good to sneak to a phone and call his wife though, and she would call us all quickly and let us know. When he came home, it was an emotional reunion, and we are NOT an emotional family.
Some things just hit you right there, and if you don't get a lump in your throat, you need figure out wtf is wrong with you. One of the hardest things was when we were burying my grandfather (a WW2 vet) and my brother stood there in his dress uniform, saluting the flag on the casket with tears streaming down his face. My older brother has always been the "tough" guy. Makes my eyes well up just thinking about it now, 3 years later. The incredible thing was that Grandpa was very close to him, and always told my mom "I'll just be able to breath when he comes home. Grandpa passed away within 2 hours of his plane lifting off to bring him home.