The defiance of life

My grandfather was buried today. He was 88. He was a WWII veteran, serving as a navigator on a B24 in the Pacific. He loved to hunt, eat, and laugh.

When I was 12, my family took me to Florida. My uncle and grandfather had stopped somewhere, and took pictures of a woman with huge boobs. My cousin and I were in the back, hiding because we were embarrassed. She demanded the film, and called them dirty old men. I cherish that memory.

I have the model of his B24, and the History of the Jolly Rogers, the unit he served in. He and they will be not be forgotten if I hve anything to say about it.

One Response to “The defiance of life”

  1. I know that was a great memory for you! We all have those kinds that will live with us forever!

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