I was not sure what to categorize this under. It is about my Gramps yet the Wars he has fought in too since Memorial Day is coming around the corner. He died in 1997.
He fought in World War II and Vietnam. He was an expert rifleman in the State of Illinois. He took me skeet shooting when I was just twelve! I really enjoyed it and we talked for hours on ends, about big and little things.
He seemed to have come ALIVE around a gun, I have now unfortunately realized. I cannot go back and talk about guns to him, anymore.
He was so special, and sweet in his own unique way! He was full of love only hiding it at times.
I miss him so.
Written May 29th, 2004 12:30pm CST All rights reserved
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Reviewed by Timothy Houlahan (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2004
I never told you this before because it never came up,but My Grandfather was in the Australian Lighthorse Brigade,so believe Me when I say I know what you Mean.He past away along time ago now but I still speak to him in My mind and that is where my thoughts and irish sence of humor comes from...My Grandfather.
wonderful tribute to your grandpa! god bless his memory; he will live on, thanks to this beautiful and heartfelt tribute! nice write, rebecca; thanks for the sharing!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your fellow friend in northcentral texas, karen lynn in burleson. :D
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your fellow friend in northcentral texas, karen lynn in burleson. :D