My grandfather fought in Korea. Canadian Royal 22nd Regiment. Grandpa didnt share many stories about his time over seas. Not with my mom, nor my grandma (that she would speak of anyway). The day I got home from my joining ceremony, when I signed up for the Navy, he called me out to the wood shop and poured me a scotch.
And the stories started. The old guy had seen some shit. Just didnt want to talk about it. I guess watching the side of your best friends head blow out, and having to bury him on the mountain where it happened will do that to a guy.
If I could be half the man my grandpa was I will have lived a good life.
Thanks to all who serve, past present and future.
Long live the oval