Thank you for sharing your story, the decade of service you offered and the hard choices you had to make following your conscience, and the toll war takes no matter what.
On memorial day, me and my husband were remembering his two grandfathers and keeping their stories alive. The stories have both sweetness and bitterness. He is from the UK and one grandfather was in the Royal Marines (special forces/commandos) during WWII. He was involved with some raids in Norway to prevent the Germans from getting 'heavy water' which could be used to make nuclear weapons.
The second grandfather was a merchant marine officer and ran the gauntlet bringing supplies in convoys from the US and Canada to the UK. His ship was sunk by a Uboat in the mid-Atlantic. My husband says that in convoys when a ship was sunk the other friendly ships couldn't stop to pick up survivors, you had to just keep going to save your own ship. His grandfather, one other officer and three Egyptian crew men made it to a life raft. They floated on the life raft in the middle of the ocean for ten days while the German Uboat followed them.
At the end of the ten days the German captain of the Uboat rescued the two officers on the raft. The Germans didn't take the three Egyptian crewmen off the raft (all the people on his grandfather's ship were civilians, merchant sailors, not soldiers) although they left them water and supplies. According to the grandfather it was rare for a Uboat at that time in the war to pick up survivors. My husband thinks it was very unlikely any other ship would be able to pick up the crew members.
After the war both men came home and were not able to reintegrate well with their families. They were almost never spoken of by their children in later years as their relationships with their wives and children were very troubled, and there was no understanding of PTSD at the time.
However, the grandfather rescued by the German Uboat captain corresponded with him the rest of his life, they became good friends and visited each other several times. The grandfather owed his life to that captain, and therefore so did my husband's mother and aunt (born after the war), and of course my husband and his brother.