My uncle (mothers brother) was a green Beret in vietnam, He spent a few months in a POW camp.
He NEVER bragged about it. He VERY, VERY rarely even mentioned it. He never was quite right after he came back. They did some shit to him while POW that you wouldnt believe. He never told me anything but I guess when he told his mother after returning she had a nervous breakdown and had some therapy over it.
He was a pretty cool guy, a small guy. He was only about 5'10 or so but had some kind of qaulity about him. I can't explain it but he knew what he was capable of doing and it somehow bled over on other people. We were in a bar in Glendale in 1987 and some wild , drunk cowboys(?) were teasing him, 5 BIG guys .... and he walked up in the middle of them and told them to play with somebody else because he wasnt in the mood. He told them if they pursued it he would whip all their asses and they would have to be carried out. They all turned somber and ALL apologized.
He wasnt bragging, boasting or exaggerating when he said it.....he WOULD have done it.
I knew it, he knew it and the guys knew it. It was like some cool confidence.
He knew he could have killed them all with his bare hands if he wanted to........
It was kind of spooky. He was one of the truely dangerous men to fuck with.
I miss hanging out with him........... R.I.P