For a desert town, we sure have a lot of Marines here (it has the west coast's Marine Corps Logistics Base and a Defense Logistics Agency depot). The WWII veterans here generally weren't too taken with the series. Yes, it was dull; but the general impression was that the actual periods between combat were even more tedious, and the actual combat was much more terrifying.
Some of them looked askance at the treatment of battle fatigue; I think that's a typical reaction. Men of that generation simply didn't want to acknowledge PTSD.
I've often wished I could have asked "Uncle" Martin about "Band of Brothers". He must be in his eighties now; I'd lost touch with him before my mother passed on a few years back. Martin and his brother Tom had been committed to Maine's juvenile correctional facility as teenagers. My grandmother was the school principal there, and in those days, she was able to bring a couple of boys out to the farm in the summer when school was out of session (otherwise, they'd be working on the state farm!) Martin and Tom turned out to be fine young men, and were practically part of the family. When WWII came, they volunteered to go Airborne, and were at Bastogne during the Bulge. Tom became a PTSD casualty, and never left the VA hospital in Togus until he died, except for brief visits with his brother and to see us. A sweet man, but always in his own separate, safe world.
I never had the chance to ask Martin much about his wartime experiences. Somehow I think he would have approved of "Band of Brothers, though.
Allen