Yeah I think about things like that too. My grandfather was born in the Great Depression, fought in the pacific during ww2 is some of the worst battles. Came home and went to work driving an oil truck in west Texas. He raised a happy, healthy family and never hurt any of them. Despite the hardships and horrors he endured he was a man full of love. If, on my death bed, I can say I’ve earned the right to stand in the shadow of his grave then I’ve done pretty well.