I’m in awe of some of these stories. Truly the greatest generation!
My grandpa who I never met was in WW2. I don’t know much about his service but believe he had malaria and complications from it for the rest of his life. He had 8 daughters and 2 sons. Only one of his sons married (my dad) and I was the first grandson of his who shared his last name.
I’ve met, talked to, and more importantly listened to a few of these wonderful people who were there. The one I remember the most was a customer at a store I worked. He came in with a bit of a gimp and I helped him find what he was looking for. Noticed his WW2 Vet hat and thanked him and shook his hand. He struck up a conversation and told me about his service. Told me where he got wounded and where he was. He left the store that day and I silently prayed for him and others like him. About a half hour later he was back in the store talking to my manager, pointing at me when I came out of an aisle. He walked up to me excitedly this time and told him that he brought something to show me since he knew from talking to me that I’d appreciate it. He took out a little jar from his pocket and told me to touch the sand inside. I did as instructed and he welled up when he told me that it was from Normandy Beach when he went back on a Veterans Trip. He told me what it meant to him for me to listen to him that day. I was in awe to be able to truly touch holy ground, still am to this day. We shook hands again and I walked him to his car, tears in both our eyes now. Never saw him again.
I can’t even type this story, much less tell it, with dry eyes.