My grandfather served in the Canadian Navy, somewhere I’ve got his memoirs, I really shoud dig those up, reread them, maybe I can fill in a lot of the gaps. Who knows maybe it could turn out to be a decent read.
He was a big strong man, over 6 feet tall, and could drive a four inch nail into a railroad tie with one hit of the hammer. And it was Lou Gerigs syndrome or ALS that took his life.
Today is November 11th, a day to remember the veterans of war, like my grandfather. I really can’t imagine him on a boat, setting the primer cord for depth charges.
I do remember his humor though. It was subtle and slid past you if you weren’t sharp or quick enough to catch it. No matter what happened, even after he was diagnosed, he said to me that I “would be okay”. He also told me once that he almost met Elvis…
But his shovel broke.
I’m still here,
I have been quit for 3 Months, 5 Days, 13 hours, 54 minutes and 37 seconds (97 days). I have saved $515.21 by not smoking 1,170 cigarettes. I have saved 4 Days, 1 hour and 30 minutes of my life. My Quit Date: 8/6/2007 9:20 AM