Grandad Remembers

We stepped off the bus and started towards the path that would lead us to the World War II Memorial. The path was lined with trees and squirrels darted back and forth in front of us as we made our way. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his mind as we got nearer. Known to many as “The Greatest Generation” my Grandad was a hero in his own right. A hero to the nation, to his soldier companions and to his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.  They all were/are heros. Upon his head he proudly wore his World War II Veteran hat and I fought back tears thinking how thousands of these great Americans are leaving our world each day. My heart ached even harder knowing my children wouldn’t get the opportunity to get to know them and learn from their wisdom.

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