My grandpa is the most loveing, self sacrificing, dedicated, under appreciated, hard working, dependable, never thinks of himself man that I have ever met. Grandpa was born in a farm house outside of a small town of less than 200 people. He farmed with his folks until WWII and then he enlisted. When the war was over, he returned to work in the box factory that was the life of this small town. Grandpa was a sergant in the US Army and was one of the famous Jungleers division of the war. He served in the Pacific theater and saw so much that it was always hard for him to talk about it. He was the leader of his platoon, self apointed medic, grave digger and point man. My grandma told me that he apointed himself to dig the graves because he was responsible for his men.... He was also the medic in his unit, he is the most comforting man you could ever meet. When I was little you always went to grandpa when you got hurt, he carried bandaids in his wallet - a far cry from the pack he used to help his boys on the battlefield. Not until later in my life have I realized why he was the one that we would go to, he knew what to do. He also would scout for the platoon and put himself in danger before he put his men out there - he is just that kind of person. Some of the battles he fought in were - Quadal canal, Biak, the Phillipean Islands, Japan, New Guine and several others. He had Malaria, jungle rot on his feet, fly bites, disintary and they still fought for thier lives.
My grandpa is one of the most important people in my life. He is not a loud man nor is he arrogant, nor boastful. He is quiet, yet fun loving and is always there if you need him - without fail. Grandpa has a type of dimentia now, not alzheimers because he does remember us when he feels like talking. He keeps his eyes closed most of the time and will only answer questions, but can not carry on a conversation. My granny takes complete care of him, she is 81 and he is 84. We all pitch in as much as we can to help her, but she is just a BIT independant. She doesnt want us to see grandpy unclothed, for fear of his dignity - that is love.
Grandpy always took care of us kids. He ran us to school functions, rollar skating ( he would bring along a Lois Lamour book, sit and wait for us 4hrs till skating was over) shopping, work and anywhere else we needed to be. I am going to put a video on here for you to see that even in his failing state he is still trying to comfort those in need. Milk Dud was fussing and we set him in grandpys lap - the ever giving man that he is tryed to reach through his clouded mind and tried to gently shush him....
I hope you all have a person in your life like my grandpy - He is a wonderful man and I miss him terribly. Thank all of those vetrans who so deserve our respect and most of all our time to care for them after all they have done for us.
Happy Vetrans Day