One uncle served on a Royal Canadian Navy corvette in the North Atlantic. A great uncle, on the paternal side as well, was a Swedish orphan who came to Canada. Joined the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry (part of the Canadian 1st Infantry Division) and served as an anti-tank gunner. Served during the entire Italian campaign.
He and my uncle used to get drunk at family reunions and argue which service won the war (funny, no discussion about which country won the war...for them it was a given).
Outside of family reunions, neither man made a habit of discussing the war. My great uncle told one story about a dark night in Italy.
Battalion HQ told them to expect a German night attack backed by panzers. During the wee hours they heard clanking noises and lit up the field in front of the Canadian lines. At the same time they opened fire on several shapes in the Italian pasture...all cows with clanking bells.