Never met anyone who was at Pearl when the sh!t hit the fan but knew many that fought or served in what followed. My grandpa was a Marine in the Pacific and was at bogenville and some other nasty places. When I would ask him about the war, he would not tell me much. He stuck more to the stories about weather and strange bugs on the islands. The most he would tell me about the bad part of war was how seriuos a shotgun was at close range and seeing the aftermath of an artilery raid on a Japanese ammo supply. He became a mailman after that. Giving my grandpa a hug was like giving the front door to your house a hug. He wore the tension of that war his entire life but never let it effect his family. I sure wont forget that and I will tell my kids about their great grandfather and his part in history.
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For some of us, a bad day of fishing is a bad day at work.

j7 2012