My father's brother was a Marine in World War II. He was killed by a sniper during the battle for the coral atoll of Palau.
Days later, my father, a sergeant in the Air Force, had just waded onto a Philippine beach 800 miles west of Palau when the officer commanding his advance party came up to him with an envelope. He opened it and handed my father an American Red Cross message reporting the death of his brother. Then, while troops and equipment kept coming ashore, the officer handed Dad a cup, opened a whiskey bottle and poured it into the cup.
After a few words of condolence, the officer moved away and Dad went on with his work but he never forgot that brief moment of empathy shown by the major which lingers in his mind, 67 years later.