In grade school, we had to interview someone who either fought in or lived through WWII. I called my grandpa and asked him several pre-written questions.
I wish I had done that more often.
But I do remember him telling me that his brother (Dad – can you verify this?) was shot. However, because he was carrying a bible, it slowed down the bullet enough to not incur too many injuries.
I’d always wondered how plausible that story was.
And then, while I was staying with A, I saw this on her coffee table.
It is a metal cover designed specifically for soldiers during WWII and were put in their front shirt pockets to protect their hearts.
Is that neat or what?
That’s cool. The most precious thing I own is a book my grandma gave me where she filled out info about she and my grandpa when they were young, during WWII, after, and what they were like/who they were before they became my grandparents. I’m so glad I pestered my grandpa for WWII stories. I will never forget them. Your entry reminded me of how lucky I am to have had such amazing g-parents!
Megan – you are so lucky to have that from your grandparents.
I gave a book for my parents to fill out for THIER grandchildren, but they still haven’t done it. Argh.