Somehow, I received my Grandpa's military funeral flag after my Grandma died. I look at it and think that, before he was my Grandpa, he must've been a hero. He fought for a better life for me before there was a me. The stories these men must've experienced! To them, war was hell, but to me, the hell they endured will forever be remembered as valor. I wonder what that life must've been like. Imagine the dirt, the sweat, the mud. Imagine the camaraderie, the closeness, the oneness. Imagine the sacrifice, the pain, the death. I remember a little of my Grandpa. I was only 13 when he died, but what I remember most was the TIME with him, always doing something. Do we have men like him anymore? Is the Greatest Generation a lost generation? After all he gave, all his life, for others, he spent one of his last nights before he died with me, playing cards I think. He was sick, but it didn't bother him, for the love of his grandson. Thank you, Grandpa, for being a hero, a role-model and MY Grandpa.
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Your story moved me to tears. I know how much you looked up to and loved your grandpa.
Made me stop and think and remember too. It made me cry the same way you and I both did in the room in the chuch before you wedding thinking about and talking about Dad. Thanks for making me remember things that my busy life has caused me to forget.
You made your Mom cry again, with your writing. You and Grampa really did have a special relationship, didn't you?
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