I’m reading Roald Dahl’s “Going Solo” about working in Africa after college and being a fighter pilot with the Royal Air Force in World War II. We are very lucky he survived crashing in Libya and being one of twelve RAF pilots vs. half of the German air force/Luftwaffe in Greece. He so easily could have died and we wouldn’t have Willy Wonka, the BFG or James and the Giant Peach.
And then you have Kurt Vonnegut surviving Dresden, which help inspire my favorite book “Slaughterhouse Five.”
It make you wonder who did die in war that could have changed the world.