One of the coolest conversations I’ve ever had was with my wife’s step-grandfather. He was telling me about his experiences in the Navy in WWII. He talked about the heat below deck. We were playing cribbage. All of a sudden, he got very wistful and started talking about how much they were supposed to hate the Japanese but how he’d realized–presumably since the war–they were just the same. Scared kids. It was a singular moment to share with someone.