When I was a little boy my dad would tell me and my siblings about how he won the war and sent Hitler running for the hills. He would point to a big scar on his leg and tell us about the big German soldier who stabbed him in the leg with a bayonet but my dad fought him off and turned the tide of the war. All great until I found out that he was born in 1939 the war went from 1939 to 1945. My mother told me he got the scar when he and his brothers went hunting for frogs and he got in the way, so he didn't win the war but he could tell a great story!