I have learned plenty of new things that I share with my Grandfather. He had a wicked sense of adventure and no sense of self
preservation, as exemplified by the time that he brought my Grandmother on a
vacation in the islands with nothing but a tarp to sleep under, or when he ran
through enemy fire to recover a wounded comrade during a battle, or how he started a
business while living from paycheck to paycheck with two kids. He was a great
skier in his day. While I can’t say that I’m great, I get around J
He was also a great writer. I read his letters home from the war when I was
little, but while we were going through some of his old pictures, we came
across a binder full of poems and essays that he wrote, also while serving. I
never knew how creative a writer he was, and I’m glad that I can share a
passion for writing with him. Check out his poems!
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